'Super Times' Poem by Sandra Feldman

'Super Times'



Nothing is beautiful anymore,
Nor land, nor moor, nor shore,
Nor man, nor beast, nor art,
Is our frail humanity,
Finally falling apart?
Or did ugliness always reign?
Among the slightly civilized,
Now turned totally insane.

Saturday, May 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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