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.
