Poem: Tragedy of Life

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Tragedy of Life

Persecution keeps him down

As world treats him like a clown

Racial slurs pass through his lips

Fed by sweet hatred he sips

Feels entitled, needs relief

More is owed, that’s his belief

Declares burden too heavy

Attacks others with levy


Damnations placed on others

Not really meant for brothers

His own self, hatred is for

He thought, by now, he’d be more

Conquer curse of nay sayer

Keeping up as bill payer

Tragedy called life ensued

Now to the gutter, remains glued

June Nash

This poem was inspired by a character in a play I saw.  Hamtown Races, by Margaret Edwartowski was an excellent play.  If you ever have the opportunity to see it, I would recommend that you do. 

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