Come to think of it, I might be a vampire, <br />I can’t eat garlic nor stand the sun’s heat; <br />but do vampires sing - maybe I’m an under- <br />cover phantom – my mind is scarred enough <br /> <br />Pockmarked by all the meteorites and projectiles <br />fired by institutes of modern learning at the <br />vulnerable mind of a little child; nearly destroyed <br />by the insistence of mainstream science <br /> <br />That mankind is doomed, joining a chorus of <br />religious voices chanting their sorrows <br />throughout the ages…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-undercover-phantom/
