I am by cultivation unsoftened
as by a generous friend
who brought me to his
farm
only to show off his money
Do not suppose
I prefer America to Africa
or that I still believe
in perseverance or labour
or that I have ever
believed in the marvellous
If the prize money I won
is used to purchase
stock
of no importance
then know
I have escaped brutality
Wow again! what a punch in the face! very efficient!
ReplyDeleteThanks Beatrice I have never thought of my poems as punches, but I guess that is the ultimate aim of my pieces. Thanks for the feedback once again.
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