Where can we go

by Dagmar Wilson   Feb 5, 2018


We are living in a time
the word humanity has expired,
civil wars are on the rise.
Traffic is colliding.

Papers are worthless
degrees don't matter,
it's the smell of foreign breeds they are after.
I might as well start packing.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Aw Dagmar ... it must be just so unsettling for you worrying about how changes might impact your entire future. Hugs xx
    =^.^=

    • 6 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you for your comment. It does not feel good.

  • 6 years ago

    by Ocean Chant

    Expired or has yet to aspire? I keep asking that. Looking at people the so called sense of humanity is so unnatural that I wonder if that's why they (we) can't do it naturally.

    nevertheless quite good words, thank you :)

  • 6 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Dagma this is a powerful and dark piece that hits home a message of the trauma and threats of life today. I'm praying it won't come to that and that something will happen to end this madness. All my best wishes Milly x

  • 6 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    it's the smell of foreign breeds they are after.
    ^^

    A thoroughly hard hitting line, Dagmar, and a poem filled with an obvious and justified frustration.

    I hope you are well otherwise,

    Ben

    • 6 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Ben and it is getting worse.
      Happy to see you back

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