I tire of being treated like a pawn Or else a pariah from dusk to dawn Of the dark which obscures the light I see By gaming judgmentals who want me gone So they can have the whole world to themselves
The one they hate most is the one who delves Into the nature of things to seek out The truth ignoring the slogans they shout Of nocturnal national vanity They rule but their sanity is in doubt
At least by me so I am free by choice They scream but cannot still the still small voice
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
Regis
Me
(((I like that part best.))
Well done,
Lew
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Susan