Under a Blood Red Moon
A poem for the midterm elections
Muttering vague predictions like Delphi’s oracle,
The pundits wrangle on election eve,
“Much blood will be shed.”
“A great victory’s at hand.”
The question is this:
For whom?
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Denise Shelton
Denise Shelton writes on a variety of topics and in several different genres. Frequent subjects include history, politics, and opinion. She gleefully writes poetry The New Yorker wouldn't dare publish.
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I really like this one!