The Great DivideA Poem by PeteIt is a strange age of the world this, when empires, kingdoms, and republics come a-begging to our doors and utter their complaints at our elbows. - Thoreauwhere burros shout and elephants tout speaking from both sides of promising mouths beating each other up with talking sticks they don the war-torn, tattered colors of their views where straight mud is slung and crooked fingers point chairs being the only thing time rearranges casting votes and aspersions in a grim reminder that nothing ever changes mute mouths open deep and wide running the race in stride before the fall cometh pride trying to bridge the great divide © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 10, 2024 Last Updated on October 10, 2024 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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