Continues to hound, confound
Resounds across towns
Found criss-crossing this dear nation
Vacant thresholds hold
Untold stories of hard luck
Fucked up tattered souls
Bi-polarized, forgotten lives
Out on the lam
Slammed by sad confusion
Delusion, whirling dervish world
Swirls in careless glances
Chances are you've paused and wondered
What to do with the cardboard sign
The god bless design
Everytime you're stopped at a light
Averting your eyes
To the blight blinding all empathy
Blinker turns you away from the sight
Of such ravaged souls
This savage state cold, inside and out
A toxic spout of deceitful invective
Selective in kindness and jurisprudence
I sense more nonsense, mere pretense
A vicious core that scores
Winners, losers, you choose your
Poison, mate, your fate's in your hands
Bootstrap crap sapping our humanity
Capitalized vanity an insanity of
Clap trap backed by fat cats
Content to caste aspersions, convenient diversions
Downstreaming reality to a dead pool of banality.
New Colosus, now a collasal farce,
A sonnet of grace with lines to chafe Lady Liberty's lamp
Dimmed, tarnished, barely a glow:
"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled
Masses yearning to breathe", a throwback to
Abhor, deplore the reminder
Of our own inhumanity.
1 comment:
Very sad
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