Poems about Animals
(poems go here)A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
People are cruel.
Ducklings, goslings, and chicks are hatched each spring
What is there left to say,
when the feelings I am having may be hard to convey.
If we could lay in bed all day and talk our days away
let our minds drift
drift into this fantasy land
It been here since the beginning,
this isn't a sickness there's no cure
I have nothing but myself,
We had Dr. King, brother Malcolm, and we can't forget about Mr.Evers
All black men fighting for one thing
Do I know what it was like to be black in 1953?
Why, no, miss, I do not.
Do I know it was horrible?
Yes.