Friday, December 30, 2022

Out My Window


out my window, I see the

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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