Our Inner Freedom! Comments

Where Good is mistaken For Treason. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The truest and saddest indictment of our society, our world, that I can imagine. Sandra, there are days I wonder how much longer this elegantly created planet can abide the toughness of our hands, the braying of our voices, the blood we spill so copiously... sadness but a 10 nevertheless

Never close the gold mines! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.