Trench Warfare Poem by Long Tooth

Old men sit on city benches,
Young girls pass, ALL future wenches,
Bought and sold, wrapped up like candy
Human slaves to feelings randy,

Seniors find their skin's now forest,
Sunshine's grown a Mormon chorus.
Churches members? Cut Black faces,
Uptight segregate by races.

"Black and White? " Such simple answer!
Seems it's just another cancer!
Colors merged (like rainbows bending) ?
Rich and poor must parse gov. spending!

All men scarred by those excluded,
Life for poor is life denuded!
Is largesse "the spice of living? "
Then real winners are the giving!


Long Tooth
March 27,2018