|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 01/21/13 at 04:26 PM|
Too many little innocent children are gone one is one too many. That madman took 20. Unthinkable- but it happened. I have 2 grandchildren in kindergarten- by the grace of G-d, they live in a different state....but my children can never again promise to keep their children safe- all they can do is TRY and PRAY. The laws need to change.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/23/13 at 03:03 PM|
Wow! Quite the town crier/soap box poem. A poem for our times, but sadly, how many are listening? Seems the more things change, the more they stay the same. Love the reference to JC, one of my heroes.
|Posted by Carolyn Coville on 02/22/13 at 03:34 AM|
Love how you tell it like it is. Well done.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/18/13 at 01:57 PM|
George, are you ever going to stop making sense? All the sense you make instinctively is a windfall for the rest of us, (caught up in a whirlwind )who struggle mightily to make or collect even an iota of it in our baskets for to sell at market.