Don't be So Sensitive

Oh, my friend, you have us wrong.  Though we encircle you
With warships, outlaw products you would sell, and work
To keep you from obtaining our advanced technology,
And though we arm and pledge to fight to save a province
That is yours, we mean no harm.  We don't.  We're hoping
We still can stay friends.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-09-18 at 13:34

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