Orange Men


You have become worms
living like cowards in the darkness
or sparrows brother, always aflutter
or like clams, always closed;
fish who cannot see the ocean for the water.

You are not a dozen
nay; you are millions

Yet like sheep you run
when your keeper raises his staff
his dogs nipping at your heels
going where you are bid

and when all of us are bruised,
tired, covered in blood,
crushed grapes from the vine
the fault will be yours.

I can hardly
bring myself
to say it fellow citizens,
but the fault will mostly be yours.



About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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4 Responses to Orange Men

  1. beetleypete says:

    Nice work, Frank. And I love that orange!
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. This is SO very true! Would that it were not SO very true!

    Liked by 1 person

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