By Terry Henry
Pensacola Branch
If I were to say what scares me the most
I admit that it would have to be clowns
Painted white faces with bright orange hair
Creeping slowly through our cities and towns
They flash garish grins from their bright red lips
They mask any evil that we might see
They fool us into thinking we are safe
When they take their evil deeds on a spree
We sit in silence as they make their play
We lament about the freedoms we lost
We forget that they are here by our choice
We blame each other and suffer the cost
The circus of life brings us smiles and frowns
But why can’t we see the evil in clowns?
A powerful and timely piece.
This poem is both timely and timeless.
clowns scare me as well. Nice job.
Terry this metaphor is compelling. A well-written poem.
Thank you for a well-thought-out poem that reminds us of our vulnerability and the need to examine the two faces of clowns.
Well stated and well written.
Wonderful!