Wednesday, April 9, 2025

Poem I always fought


They never lost

For they never fought 

I never won

But fought forever.


They eat donuts

And hazel nuts
I eat dry bread
I thank my God
I am very glad.

They are not bad
Yet they are sad.
Under the sky
I feel very light
I sleep very tight
Yes every night
They sleep underneath
A Banian tree
With the souls tethered
To the roots of the tree
They cry all night
Like Faustus did
When the Devil laughed
And Mephistopheles walked

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