Augusta National: Home Of The U.S Masters Poem by DM W

Augusta National: Home Of The U.S Masters



O it's like the Nineteen Sixties never happened!
Here everything is frozen in time. It's so
Damn perfect! There are the pristine fairways and greens;
The sapphire waters and the azaleas
In constant bloom. Yet something is amiss here.
Behind this gleaming artificial paradise,
Lies a history of ugly bigotry and
Reams of downright dirty, despicable racism!

Augusta National: Home Of The U.S Masters
Thursday, October 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: bigotry
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