Millennium Quatrain
In the bed of psychosis that is modern time
a dangerous place to go is everywhere.
You might be the victim of a derelict mind
and die from bullets flying in the air.
It’s a sinkhole of a world to live in now
as folks are being shot at jobs and schools.
Hysterics is the word of ‘’pow, pow, pow.’’
Would it even help to say ‘The Golden Rule”?
A bullet fragment, lodged within the brain.
It is evident who had the leverage here.
To a wheelchair this person may be chained.
Let us strive to make a gun law crystal clear.
Is it purely crazed illusion to want peace
with anger bevel sharp and some stark mad?
Is the resolution for this life to cease
in a fiery blast that ends it all? So sad.
6/10/19
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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