Attune
As the sunrise cast purple upon pines
A Mockingbird chatters to cricket's tune
Not knowing on the insect he'll soon dine
Now his hunger isn't inclined, just hears croon
And his heart to the music is attune
Insects and animals without a soul
Can devour, without thought, another whole
Has society reverted, fallen
to days when Satan in the garden stole
Man's righteousness; left in shame crestfallen
This came to me this morning as I listened to the news
someone or ones shot a man seventeen times after
demanding of him his wallet and car keys which he
gave to them but the man lived with seventeen
gunshot wounds..What is wrong with our society??
Written: Tuesday, September 06, 2016
Inspired by Laura Loo's contest Dizain Poem II and the above news.
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