Poetry Poison Vine

[Hannah Capps]

I am the Vine; you are the branches. Apart from Me, you can do nothing. John 15:5

Rest a while, come inside.
Mourning poison on the vine.
Sipping coffee reading news,
Propaganda, nothing new.
Story of the USA,
We used to have freedom say.
Compassion rare state of mind,
You are human, are you kind?
Anguish cause of all untruth,
Approving evil say of you?
In the dawning early light,
Right is wrong and wrong is right.

 

[PtahTek]

Compassion rare state of mind,
You are human, are you kind?

That is a hammer and nail, right there.

 

[Hannah Capps]

That is a hammer and nail, right there.

Thanks

 

[PtahTek]

Rather; thank you.

 

[Nas47]

Rest a while, come inside.
Mourning poison on the vine.
Sipping coffee reading news,
Propaganda, nothing new.
Story of the USA,
We used to have freedom say.
Compassion rare state of mind,
You are human, are you kind?
Anguish cause of all untruth,
Approving evil say of you?
In the dawning early light,
Right is wrong and wrong is right.

wonderful!