at this juncture, we’ve not found
the serial killer who
stalks the sickened streets
of this suburban town –
turn that frown
we’ve got diligent detectives
on the case
looking at every trace
storing it in dirty lockers –
we’ll find this psycho-dude
I assure you
& you can go back
to your tranquil life
not worrying ‘bout
these dreadful things
(Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash)
We’re living in dangerous times. Some people (like my girlfriend) seem to be able to cope with it better than me. For me, though, a lot of the things going on in the world have me feeling very on edge.
Who said this was the Land of the Free?
They must’ve been joking, because since them days,
there have been slaves, and even when the chains
broke, the Klan came from dark woods in hoods
and burned crosses – fires crackling in fields,
reflecting in frightened eyes.
America is on fire, but it’s okay –
we’ve burned before and we’ll surely
burn again. Men in masks smash store windows
and flames from a police car rise into a clear night sky.
I saw it all from the apartment window.