The Unglad
("Utopia and Terror Merit Badge", 2010, original oil)
The Unglad
Increasingly
You, me, us
Are part of the great
Unglad
People without much hope
Given the great
Inexorable
Tide of Unhumans
That from Marx on down
To today
Has morphed like a metastasizing
Cancer
Until all that’s left
Of the uncorrupted
Is the Unglad
Sick and tired,
In need of safe harbor
And solace
Before the gathering storm.
(8/1/24)
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