Poems and general conversation from Irish poet Michael O'Dea. Born in Roscommon, living in Donegal. Poetry from Ireland. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar)
So narrow in his thinking,
he could never grasp an opposing view.
Always right, looked down on opposition;
was ever a man so disabled?
Ignorance, a black bag over his head;
how vigorously his arrogance grew in darkness.
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