Ptsd Ii
How to stay sane in creeping madness
with an alcohol haze sound
of music not so much to dance as to
seduce in herpes games while
pedophiles play in the school yard and
another recall of leaden toys or cars
or red raw meat brings disease yet
to be born, as an unspeakable ebola
creeps across a continent of blackness
unregistered in our collective racist psyche.
Post white trauma within
apartheid Louisiana stress to keep up
a mindless cult of consumerism
while neighbors die in overcrowded hospitals
numbed to another mass shooting that
deflects our mind from
torture no torture doublespeak
and the military industrial complex
breeds addicts and paid assassins.
On and on in our disorder we travel
raising religious crutches to a defiled
and defaced Creation with
an Any God having the worst human
attributes for revenge and
self-righteous justification
as daily the detritus of our suberbs
spills garbage into an eternal landfill.
Stop! Stop! We can't breathe anymore!
its post traumatic stress disorder ...
we are being ordered into disorder,
herded into chaos and madness
and all the troops have yet to come
home to roost.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
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