Essays & Poetry (mine or others) pertaining to historical and current events and burning social issues.

Monday, September 29, 2014

I missed 100,000 Poets for Peace rally because I had a virus. Here is what I would have read.


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Ladies First

March 7, 2014-Breaking News- a 17 year old boy
Killed his mother, then shot his father, but
Daddio lived
Lousy job, son, you never could get things all
the way right
Doesn’t matter who’s to blame
Fook cause and effect
Civilized people don’t strike back
No matter how much mental cruelty
is crammed down their throats
            -or-
Were the parents totally innocent
and the devil made a threesome in
the bed that made their son?
Who creates monsters?
Nature? Nurture?
The debates rage on

One thing for sure is “Happy” boys don’t
Bring Uzis to school
“Happy” boys don’t shoot senators on
a stump
“Happy” boys don’t shoot others in theatres

As an observer, I am just wondering
Who’s pissing these “boys” off?
And what can be done about it?

We have DEA to fight drug trafficking
But tell me folks, on some level don’t
we all know, mental illness makes people
abuse drugs, self-medicate and
the rage is a lethal cocktail?
Why are we not treating the wounds
before they turn gangrenous?
Why are we not trying to help people
who are in dire pain?
No money in that, eh?
Are we so entranced with the toys and
playgrounds of capitalism, we’d rather
look the other way than see other souls
gutted and burned to the ground?

 RMK-3/2014

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