Never the Right Time
Vehicular bull on a rampage,
plowing into a frightened crowd
Metal horns impale human flesh,
being gored alive is replayed on a loop
Concerned citizens say let’s have
a national discussion ... air their bloodstained social laundry
Opposition says with feigned compassion:
now ain’t the right time, don’t politicize ...
people have just died
Let them first process their pain
Later on down the road,
we’ll reconvene again
Drone heat seeking, random bullets,
angry buzz into a busy, downtown café
Well-armed disciples of collateral death,
planned murder-suicide made operational
Outraged local residents wish to hold
a town hall public forum ... air their shrapnel shredded conscience
Paid lobbyists says with false empathy:
now ain’t the right time, don’t politicize ...
let the community first cry
People need time to cope with grief
Let the calendar turn,
then schedule a serious meet
It ain’t never the right time
to talk about causes of a terrible tragedy
When will it ever be a right time
to talk to each other with candid honesty?
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment