Wednesday, 1 February 2017

A Poem A Day 25

Bad News Week

The world is a firefight
in a gas station.
A gun in the hands
of a toddler.
Destruction reigns, and
words, poison as Flint
water, irrigate tensions.
Fears flourish like nepotism,
and executive orders.
Division's floodgates burst,
eroding canyons
between “us” and “them”.
As blinding rhetoric stings
the masses into conflagration,
humanity weeps.
There is only us.

Kerry Miller

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