Perspective

I've had enough of these, believe me:
Low and featureless gray skies, and drizzle,
Silence, pantomimes of commerce, witnessed
Through a window, dirty dishes, drifting
Thoughts of patriarchy's ill effects, of toothless
Yahoos waving flags on streets which run
Past power plants and piles of coal, and fumes
Which rise to fry the planet, homophobes,
And borders barring skinny women and their
Kids from breaking free of savage gangs,
And losers all done up in camo, getting drunk
On shitty beer, a nation that's beyond
Redemption, and this bed I face alone.
If you would join me, I believe the clouds
Would lift. The rain would end, and all
Of my objections to this wretched land
And those within it probably would
Disappear, and I would find myself
Believing things aren't so bad here.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-01 at 02:01

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