end of life rushing down
the street as if it is late to
work and wonder why it
did not make a plan to
leave earlier than it did...
out my window, I see the
see the struggle that sits
on the shoulders of those
born in this country as
they wish for a new home...
out my window, I see the
homeless, the starving, the
displaced and misplaced
souls who have no where
else to do, as the roads of
their future incline more
than tend to remain level...
out my window, I see the
weathly telling themselves
they made it on their own
when in reality, the backs
of the broken are what
kept them from trumbling
down like humpty dumpty...
out my window, I see the
future of a nature that has
grown too liberal in its
quest to control all of it.
24 December 2022
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