Stasis

Such brave talk I always hear about things which
Never are going to happen. The lines of cars at
At drive-up windows everywhere make clear to me
That global warming can't be stopped. To turn off
One's motor and take a few steps is inconvenient.
It won't be done. The death grips on nearby purses
And cop cars slowly circling say that those black
People talking outside of the grocery store will
Remain as they've been: unwanted and hunted.
Do their lives matter? It seems they don't.
The rich won't ever be forced to pay taxes.
The poor will be scorned in this affluent
Nation, and tyrants all over will just be
Annoyed by the lectures on rights
And untainted elections they get from
The people who sell them guns.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-10-04 at 16:52

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
True and honest words, Larry. You've painted the zeitgeist of our times!
2021-10-07