Questions?

Who to trust?
Not the upper crust.
It's hardened through the years.

What to accept?
Not the decept.
It's deepened all our fears.

Where to turn?
Not where they're stern.
It's brought on all our tears.

Which to choose?
Not the news.
It's filled with profiteers.

How to search?
Not in church.
It's frightened its parishioners.

When to learn?
Not 'til you yearn
to open up new frontiers.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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