For people without humor by Ann Wood
For people without humorIt's sad today.
Poor, burdened
From the day of misery.
They give out justice
And mentally banal.
The diagnosis is severe,
And the outcome - lethal.
Live shadows - a zombie
We are tormented.
And great kamikazeges
With a cause always controversial.
They are near me,
But I'm running out of them ...
I am not all-powerful, God!
Running is not a sin.
I give away smiles
And speeding up a move.
Te, people without humor
Live a strange life.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-08-08 at 19:44
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