The rat-terrier
that I’d loved for
over a decade
has been dead for
awhile now.
Sometimes I miss that dog.
Sometimes I miss cigarettes.
My America is now
the go-to destination
for the suicide-bomber
or
The Mass-Shooting Machine
All of this national abomination
has become all too normal.
&
why is any of this
at all attached,
in any way,
to our
Easter-Sunday-Church-Going
morals?
Tragedy,
a travesty,
trustworthy humans.
-untrue-
mistrustful,
unworthy misogynist,
malcontents
lacking empathy.
Unpaid checks,
no gravity -
a lacking of grateful
hearts.
Our ears destined,
designed, dedicated to hearing
only the hurtful,
instead of the healing.
On the take -
take or be taken
fake or be faking-
make or be made-
scapegoated,
goaded into submission
leaving
us wondering
just what,
exactly is so bad
about hate.
I mean everyone’s doing it these days;
and no one seems to be doing it wrong.
Maybe that’ll change
once we’re on our
deathbeds.
***
-JBClaywell
©P&ZPublications 2021
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 7:05 PM UTC
The rat-terrier
that I’d loved for
over a decade
has been dead for
awhile now.
Sometimes I miss that dog.
Sometimes I miss cigarettes.
My America is now
the go-to destination
for the suicide-bomber
or
The Mass-Shooting Machine
All of this national abomination
has become all too normal.
&
why is any of this
at all attached,
in any way,
to our
Easter-Sunday-Church-Going
morals?
Tragedy,
a travesty,
trustworthy humans.
-untrue-
mistrustful,
unworthy misogynist,
malcontents
lacking empathy.
Unpaid checks,
no gravity -
a lacking of grateful
hearts.
Our ears destined,
designed, dedicated to hearing
only the hurtful,
instead of the healing.
On the take -
take or be taken
fake or be faking-
make or be made-
scapegoated,
goaded into submission
leaving
us wondering
just what,
exactly is so bad
about hate.
I mean everyone’s doing it these days;
and no one seems to be doing it wrong.
Maybe that’ll change
once we’re on our
deathbeds.
***
-JBClaywell
©P&ZPublications 2021
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