Think of me as a journalist, reflecting on the daily news…
07 Apr 2016 – Sonnet
We’ve jimmied up the manhole caps, and stare
as civic sewers rise to fill the streets
with all we dreamed was gone – no longer there –
as every racist rant plays on repeat!
What fools we were to think a nations’ wastes
degrade without attention to their cause,
dismissing what’s beneath our feet in haste,
surprised by how the air has turned so raw!
All those who live by swords will die thereby,
as those who fan a peoples’ hate get burned.
The hour comes when every “righteous” lie
returns to pay the speaker what he’s earned.
Don’t look for innocence in such a land!
There’s not a one possessing unstained hands!