A Hero Is Dishonored
Alas, a US Marine saved a baby in Afghanistan.
The USA, as a way to say thank you, puts him
under investigation?
Yes, a true hero, made the horrid mistake?
Of being honored at a Trump rally, later, is that being
a flake?
I really don’t know this country anymore.
As it’s OK to leave thousands of Americans
behind Taliban’s death door.?
And the lies from DC, stink like cheap, rotten
bacon.
This was no victory, leaving Americans and allies,
behind to die, forsaken!
So the heroic Marine in no hero for saving a tot,
As The world is enamored of Chinese Tik Tok?
Thirteen military dead, and as they were returned, they
Our maniacal President studied his watch, my stomach
just churned!
We just cannot be human anymore?
Just write jokes, and laugh, till our sides are sore?
And dare you not comment to this!
I was told that both I and my poetry hated like
rotten fish?
People loathe me, here, or so I was told.
I am written up in comments, he said, both brash
and bold!
Exactly, because I don’t wear pigtails anymore!
Nor hide in closets from reality’s human door.
I know my God and He knows me.
Knock off spreading dirt about any Poet you see!
Christians know that saying all too well.
“ Judge not, lest you be judged also.”
Poetry Soup does not say, destroy others!
We have rights here, or is it all covered?
Hateful emails, murderous threats?
Is this really ....as good as it gets?
Poems I wrote to honor others?
Why, they’d toss me off a cliff now, if they had
their druthers?
This grandmother, outdid many of you youngins’!
Gave you intelligent comments, no itty bitty nuggets.
Not even three years have I been here.
But it’s looks like time to leave.
Writers here, far better than I, are unread too.
Not one of you, would like this to happen to you.
But crack the whip is a game played here.
The brave poets are avoided like dead deer.
Best wishes, I will write my truth, and till I reach
my goal.
I warn you, commenting to me, they will be out
after very your poetic soul.
A commenter addict, no I am not.
Having trouble walking, seeing and hearing is
quite enough for my lot.
Wishing you all, the courage to begin penning
the truth of the day.
You count, your life, your heart are most valued
in everyway.
An Angel told me,my name was used in a poem, in
an insulting way.
But then, both my name and her insulting comment were
removed from it, and ingloriously, it became Poem of the
I know the names of the these disreputable two.
And their circle of adoring friends, quite a few!
Masters of disguise,and of deception.
Take an image of such talk, send it to God’s
Discretion.
Thank you for telling me who they were.
Adorned with clip art,hiding beneath wolfs
icy,umvarimg fur.
10/2/2021
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Panagiota Romios
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