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The Prince
by Nancy AmesA smokescreen of language
rises from below.
The tyrant can hear
nothing but flattery.
His landscape is
a mirror.
Mother loves and baby needs.
Father's courage scrapes
the edges raw,
exposes now
the naked,
reaching tip
of human knowledge. 02/15/2008
Author's Note: This poem is about the masculine dilemma.
Posted on 02/16/2008
Copyright © 2024 Nancy Ames
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/06/08 at 02:10 AM Unfortunately, our knowledge especially of human behavior is really small and yet we have "therapists" that are probably at least as ill as those they supposedly treat. Nice write and welcome to pathetic. |
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