Poetry: Mr. President (#TBT)

I wrote this poem last year for my history class. I’d completely forgotten that this poem existed, but I reread it, and thought it would cool to do a #ThrowBackThursday by posting it. 

 

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Mr. President,

We live in desperate times.

 

It used to be a piece of jewelry

(Pearl)

Mr. President

It used to be a safe haven

(Harbor)

Mr. President

 

They took that away from us

War.