My Yell This Morn.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

My Yell This Morn....

Devoted To All Readers Of World's Best Poetry,

demarcations
of our rights
robbed of our senses
not by older governments or a dictator
but by one bad senior

those are poets,
or is there only…. one? !
without fear
all years,

poets come and go,
how many,
do you know that?

with different odd names, good poets abused,
he is truly amused,

he is sick with jealousy,
in wolf's clothes,
he has no oath,

those bullied poets are the best,
all have passed this man,
of course Poem Hunter knows about it and the rest,

the bullied poets are now cured,
they have landed
in higher positions,
dissolved to the bottom,
poets want to cure,
that is one thing sure!

Devoted to All readers of world's Best Poetry,

your Poem Hunter Poetess,
she is doing what she can,
she resides in Netherland....

© Sylvia Frances Chan

PHOTO OF GRAVEYARD FOR BULLIERS IN ANCIENT TIMES....