photo by PSC / 2012 |
Mourning,
Ablutions
They’re
doing it again
(still)
spewing, spouting
nouns,
verbs and invectives
(as if
they weren’t infectious)
as though
this sluice and slop
had no power to begin
(please, stop)
an
execration epidemic.
‘Only
words’, they say
(denying
all li(e)-ability)
all the while
heaving bile –
(muck they
find amusing)
confusing
humor with de-
basement,
malice, degradation,
disseminating
venom,
fracturing
the nation.
I empathize
the anger;
but
while I share their fears
I sorely
mourn these (un-)
civil activities;
I ache
and rue that this
is what
the world perceives
as half a
nation gloats
while
the other half grieves.
PSC /
2016-11
Penned for Day 7 of Robert Lee Brewer's November PAD
(Poem-A-Day) Challenge.
Assignment: an activity poem
For more, check out this link: 2016 November PAD - Day 7
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