Little cowardly men….a poem.

Men of little hearts,
fearful, greedy, spineless,
throw bibles from
bushes in Balboa Park,
Dark in Supreme Court dresses
at women they can’t have
Or be.

Their country pulling away,
No matter how the cowardly
pull at the people.

I say,
In my Betty Boop
shorty shorts,
‘you’re fake,
Let there be War….’

They pull
their robes up and
run away.

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.