APOLOGIES
Do apologists get out of bed each day
To make sure we hear what they say?
Now pursuing perceived crimes...
From distant days and different times.
They raise their supplicant banner high
Beneath its folds they loudly cry
Their endless shame at what was done
That lets them profit from what was won.
One thing seems plain and should be said -
Let the dead say sorry to the dead.
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<Deleted User> (13740)
Tue 29th Sep 2020 21:06
A good poem I like the last line, we are told what to think, what to feel how to be think George Orwell 1984 is upon us x and God help you as a woman if your not faked tanned with false nails, false boobs, big trout pout lips and botox xxx I like the lines on me head and round me eyes they show I've lived