Will I Be Well? poetry by Dr Ali
Will I Be Well? I’m acidic, sour, I’m bitter, dour. I twist, I turn, I simmer, I burn. My meadows are hushed, My toads silenced, My butterflies puerile, My bees sterile. Noses singed, Eyes gated. Livers polluted, Cerebri coagulated. Fumigated, pesticided, chemicalized, I’m not well. Scorched here, scalding there, How could I be well? “Just war,”
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