2020
Another gilded age, another Babylon
vs. the pure-hearted walkers
who don’t look for a ride,
who carry a sign: Free the Children!
I remember 1947.
Imprisoned at 3,
family gone, no food,
no water, almost died. Then,
compassion entered.
I survived.
Jan. 1, 2020, (c) Gudrun Mouw
Ah, think you sweet poet, for keeping the flow of beauty and compassion