Poetry

Of The Things They Did

This is a far out cry, Echoing through the mountains and valleys,  Of a people long held in captivity,  Of debt and misery,  Of the things generation to generation will tumble upon. This is a far out cry, To a leadership long gone with the winds,  Of selfishness and the betrayal of a people,  Of embezzlement of public funds for self gain,  As they build mansions and fly high