Head In the Clouds
Live on the weakness of others?
So that when they are ill, we
loudly cheer and get our druthers?
Such is the likes of we, lost, poetic
humankind.
We, who claim to be sensitive and sweet,
are really ethically blind.
We march about like we are so
wonderfully humanistic?
Best look in the mirror, we are not kind
but totally bombastic.
We dance garbed in black, in the shadow
of the gallows.
Praying death comes soon to our hated
opposition fellows.
And so proud to print hate on these pages.
Humor disguised as death wishes and blood
curdling rages.
We cannot kill the person we hate with guns.
But our words can fully a destroy a country,
me, you or anyone!
10/3/2020
10:30pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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