Someone Said, Hey Christopher
Someone said, Hey Christopher
Someone said, “Hey Christopher,
what’s up with all this love
It seems in every poem
that is all you’re thinking of
Why are you always dreaming,
why is it you can’t see
That love is just a legend,
a made up fallacy
The world is filled with evil,
don’t you watch the news
CNN or NBC
or others you can choose
Clinton is a liar,
Trump is just a creep
They’ll both destroy the nation
for fortunes that they reap
Murders by the thousands,
death is in the streets
I can’t believe you haven’t seen
within the many tweets
Our water is polluted,
we’re choking on the air
Hate is growing rapidly,
why are you not aware
Prices through the ceiling,
paychecks in the ground
Protesters are screaming,
you can hear them all around
There’s war in other countries,
servers have been hacked
Innocent bystanders
are caught in the attack
Little kids are crying,
not enough to eat
Begging just to make it,
sleeping in the street
So tell me, will you Christopher,
what’s up with what you write
Every poem filled with love,
morning, noon and night”
I looked at him a moment,
this person I now see
And then replied, “I’m sorry sir,
were you talking to me?
I was writing out a poem
for the one I do adore
I didn’t hear you talking,
could you say it all once more?”
He just walked away shaking his head
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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