The Human Condition
Hate.
Consumes us.
Engulfs our society.
It’s our sole propriety.
Divided lines cause anxious thoughts.
Wars started for mere pennies, easily.
Politicians wear ambiguity as a masked charade.
Children lay on their beds on the floor.
Their stomachs full of dropped pamphlets of broken promises.
As bombs go of right next door, they don’t cry.
Broken backs from picking the fruits of our destructive behavior.
A mutiny of defamation a deplorable junction in life.
Machine guns give their sermon for the day.
A universal language spoken on everyone’s streets.
Flirting but averting with calico eyes.
A razor on our necks.
The world lacks poetry.
It still whispers.
It’s true.
Love.
(2013)
Read top to bottom, then bottom to top. Then count how many words are in each line as poem progresses.
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