Why do we put up with the leadership in Washington? Look at what they do to us!

A never ending poem.

You hold me captive.

Forever……..

I am still hurting.

From Robert Brewster’s Poetic Asides prompt Until We Meet Again. Dedicated to my husband Troy.

Like corruption till to countryside?

You were playing her.

Your ignorance will be your undoing.

Your pain is far too real.