I wonder what it is like to be a president, <br />and to be lied about every day. <br />I wonder what it is like for a mother <br />to hear hurtful words her children say. Love knows no boundaries, no borders, <br />I am told, and so it feels <br />the heart, and healers are sold upon <br />placing love in a bottle. <br />And it may come in many forms, such as: Perfume, vitamins, hair tonic, hair color, <br />Talc, beer? Perm lotion, pills? LSD? <br />Wine? Crack? Cocaine? Bourbon? Water? <br />Vodka? Hormones? Why? On and on, 'til infinity? All to make a rich man richer, <br />and so many of us who are sick become <br />even sicker. Because we become so commercialized, <br />for it is to revitalize the wonderful man <br />with his healer plan, so love becomes a big Fat! Scam! Yet, mother's love is no sham!<br /><br />Iris Caudle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-forms/
