(Saving Syria, Palm Sunday and other hysterical outbursts) by T.P. Wilkinson / April 9th, 2017 While the wormsWere lunchingWere munchingIn their toothless wayBereaved AmericansDeceived by natureWaited patientlyTheir turnHaving dug the gravesOf freedomWearing NikesSlurping CokeBowed their headsAs if to prayAnd cheered that dark folksDied that waySo all those diggingAnthems singingCould share those holesJust dug someday.Until such … Continue reading Want to be free? Find your own grave…