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S O S
Keep the fleecy wolves from bleating.
Hold the pack of jackals back.
Seize the greedy grubbers eating
Scraps from bowls of those who lack.
Bar the charlatans from cheating.
Quell the yak of quack and hack.
Snare the fat cats trick-or-treating—
Stealing sweets and doling flack.
Spare the chilled from overheating.
Steer the hotheads back on track.
Stop the parrots from repeating
Facts that make the stoic crack.
__Hear our words and heed our wishes.
__Feed the famished bread and fishes.
__Show the cheerless where the bliss is.
__Save__Our__Souls
Leash the war dogs. Splash some splendor
On this sphere of spleen and spite.
Force the shady to surrender
To the dazzle of the light.
Puncture every puffed pretender
With the marvel of your might.
Slay the dragon. Save the tender-
Hearted from the tyrant’s bite.
Fatten hopes (however slender)—
Nourish dreams through famine’s blight.
Warn the fork-tongued, horned offender—
Now’s the time to flee in fright.
__Soothe our pain and smooth our sorrow.
__There is no more time to borrow.
__Bless us with a bright tomorrow.
__Save__Our__Souls
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Susan Jarvis Bryant is a poet originally from the U.K., now living on the Gulf Coast of Texas.
Adam, thank you very much for this encouraging comment. I’m thrilled you enjoyed the poem and I’m especially glad you enjoyed my quack-and-hack line. I love the aural delights of poetry and try to create poetry that’s fun to read aloud, so I’m particularly pleased that you have homed in on that aspect.
C.B., I am glowing with pleasure – a comment like this from you is a like a sip of amber nectar in a bitter world.
For some reason, my replies are not showing up beneath the relevant comments. I think there’s a glitch in the system, and only hope those who are affected by this look lower down the page. I wouldn’t like anyone to think they’re being ignored.