Imagine That
How far we've fallen.
About a half century ago
there was a young man
living in John Lennon's Garden.
disillusioned- dirty -confused.
Outside his mansion John came out
briefly chatting with the man
Inviting him in for a bite to eat.
Imagine that, treating a grubby stranger like a king.
Fast forward-2024 a couple nights before X-mas.
A woman fast asleep on a subway,
set on fire by a mad man.
Imagine a hate so deep
to bring hell upon a stranger's dream.
Imagine that
artificial turf replacing natural grass.
My, how far we've fallen
my-my
how far we've fallen.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment