original poem

During the height of the war in Vietnam, I wrote a short poem to ease my
frustration and anger at what I considered a disaster.
It has risen in my mind during the past few weeks.

I suppose it could be called a "preemptive poem".


The Pimp
by BillyFalcon.

The pimp
that makes
a high-priced whore
of politics, progress, and prayer
is war.