Middle Class
Simple men crash land beside the white
Crisscross of control.
Buying tickets of excuse with their blue eyes.
They will be the strangers among us,
And so the dream begins.
But mark my words,
They will die hard, not so easy as child’s play.
By: K. Mulroney
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Disintegratio n |
0 | 11/21/2010 |
| Collapse | 0 | 03/31/2010 |
| Life Only Lasts a Minute | 0 | 09/09/2009 |
| Whined Blind | 0 | 09/08/2009 |
| Imprint | 0 | 09/07/2009 |
| Deposable | 0 | 09/07/2009 |
| Defiance in color | 0 | 09/07/2009 |
| A Million Miles for Nothing | 1 | 08/02/2009 |
| Moderate Intensities | 0 | 08/02/2009 |
| Middle Class | 0 | 08/02/2009 |
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