Poem -
BAGGED + tagged
The troops are out...
Everywhere and all about
Shooting the sinners, ignoring
the breeze
Busy and busy with mayhem
to ease
Preaching and pouting and
knowing it all
Hearing the prophecies,
singing the call
And I wonder and ponder just
how they can know
Wonder... whether they died
and came back a wise soul,
cos
Seems clear to me that it's all
up for grabs and there's none
that can know till we're wrapped, bagged and tagged
And dead...
And the dead don't preach
M P 13/5/21
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No the dead don’t preach , I would like to think they look over the ones that do.... angels . But who knows ? Entertaining write and very very thought provoking . The title was very catchy as well .
Got to look at it from every conceivable perspective Rob...because none of us knows anything for sure...thanks Rob..x
Marion I am a lover of musing on life from as many angles as my brain will allow. I think your talent for this shines in this poem. Life and death is one giant puzzle really. Which won’t be fully confirmed till we are dead or as you so cleverly describe it Wrapped, Bagged and Tagged
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My mind is all over...constantly searching all possibilities and finding NONE I like Gwen, but you know about this...unfortunately 😔...thanks love ❤️
Hugs lovely 💗
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Appreciated Jill...hugs 💕
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