Poison Darts Poem by anais vionet
Poison Darts
Shakespeare said, "make
pieces of the beast and his
confederates"
My parents voted
today - filling out and then
casting their ballots.
It was a pleasing
privilege - even as an
anxious observer.
Their two small darts at
the heart of the snarling beast.
Saints let them strike true.
'Their two small darts at the heart of the snarling beast. Saints let them strike true.' I have a feeling I know who they voted for, the political division in America, reminds me of Hamlet, Macbeth, sadly storm clouds on the horizon
'Their two small darts at the heart of the snarling beast. Saints let them strike true' - well said! Hope, you will write a poem also after the result of the voting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I wrote the poem 'American Presidential Election 2020', inspired by the poem 'Poison Darts' by the poet anais vionet and dedicated to anais vionet.