WHAT WE FOOLS SEE WHILE SAT ON THE HILL OF FOOLS
I sit with my fellow foolsWe play our hands of cards
Some times looking down across
The way
We see those wearing black , some
Wearing brown
Gathering below
Flags waving in the coming storm
Of inhuman made hell
Some with slogans , others with
Art work emblazoned banners
Red , white and true blue
Ethnology better be of the right one
Or else
We fools look over yonder and listen
Hear work sets you free
See camps holiday camps we fools
know not so
Us fools playing cards a game of solo ,
While sat on our hill of fools
We warned you so we did
Now if it all the same to you we have a game of cards to play
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Poet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2010-10-23 at 15:24
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