The Man Of Steel Poem by DM W
The Man Of Steel
O mighty superman do we still need you now?
The platitudes that drip from your cold steel lips
About Truth, Justice and the American way,
Now seem somewhat lame, bloated and misconceived.
You and your cartoon ilk represent a fading
Era: a crude, brutish ideology;
That is neatly wrapped up in the Stars & Stripes.
We no longer need your airbrushed, mawkish visions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/8/2025 9:55:06 PM # 1.0.0
