Once there was an end of the war in sight,
they built their John Steinbeck ship,
hoisted the Ayn Rand flag
and sailed to the promised land.
Upon the dulcet shore, there she was,
their old enemy, cinnamon arms wide open in welcome.
Blood and spit foaming at the corners of her mouth,
she said,
kindness isn't a two-way street.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
Once there was an end of the war in sight,
they built their John Steinbeck ship,
hoisted the Ayn Rand flag
and sailed to the promised land.
Upon the dulcet shore, there she was,
their old enemy, cinnamon arms wide open in welcome.
Blood and spit foaming at the corners of her mouth,
she said,
kindness isn't a two-way street.
Form: Free Verse
