This poem was written by a woman in South Africa.. But doesn’t it sound familiar America?
Are we too blind to see
Symptoms of a sick country:
Crime gets bail in place of gaol,
Prisons are full to overflowing ~
Enough said !
Justice and the Law
Are often at odds
But cash paves the way ~
Life is cheap and death is cut-rate,
Fraud and corruption rule,
Sex is the best ~
Porn and abuse never go to waste,
Cater to every taste,
Girls and boys ply their tricks, BUT.
What kind of man gets his kicks
From raping babies, hidden away
From others in dark corners?
This land, OUR land, is sick!
©Denise G Allen, 29 October 2013 09:08