Your Light

I look at the world and I see today, a foul cauldron, a putrid tar pit.
Old white men in congress, a planet of wrongness. I wonder if we’ll survive it.
It’s making me sick watching unfit hypocrites spit on females and all that’s not white.
So proclaim I, this the hour, ’cause I know worldly power cannot stand against might of your Light.

by | Sep 29, 2018 | Lightning Strike, Poetry | 0 comments

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