dying men
can’t swallow speeches
or drink hope
and your words
will not bandage their bleeding–
they need something real
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Oh, yes. Very true.
You are right! how many speeches will fill a coke bottle? How many locusts make one calf?
oh, oh, oh–I know the answer–it is equivalent to how many grasshoppers equal one cow 😉 Wait–you said that already, darn it…
Cleaning out my drafts today & found this one!
I enjoyed this poem. Direct and honest words. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
John, thank you. I am humbled by your words.
I agree !!!
Thank you–more action, less talk!
Some people (politicians etc) seem to think that their words have nutritional value. I hear you.
Yes! The list of ingredients should go something like this: Hot air, empty promises, and inflated self-images. All of it empty calories.
Amen!!!
🙂
Yes. As they say in England, fine words butter no parsnips.
Ooo–I like that!
That is an incredible title!
Thanks, Julie, I copy the first few lines sometimes when I can’t think of a title 😉
Susan you know how to make an impact and this one does again you are a pleasure to read
Christopher–thank you.
Yes, and this can be taken further, to those of chronic health need in a society what believes we’re on our own.
Yes, Nelle–that too.
Hm, what goes here?
Rhetoric…