ice camps

ice camps

A Poem by montresor

woe is me
and woe are those
locked in cages
chained
cold
alone

humanity in the pocket
of the faux dove,
sitting high atop 
his mighty throne

a home built alone

blood
sweat
strength

wasted

© 2022 montresor


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Added on February 22, 2022
Last Updated on February 22, 2022
Tags: icecamps, politics, latino, immigration, downwithicecamps, borderpatrol, liberal, blacklivesmatter, abolishicecamps, concentrationcamps

Author

montresor
montresor

TX



About
a high school amateur poet. more..

Writing
pondering pondering

A Poem by montresor