Visible Disharmony
A fair and democratic society
renders the good fruits of Liberty
without distinction of upper and lower class;
where's that one who can change this chaotic mess?
Many are the victims of abuse: their cry is unheard;
the rich don't clothe and feed the vagrants,
the lawless spread terror with their guns
while terrorized pedestrians hear the blasting sound.
A peaceful evening of summer turns into a death trap:
on dark sidewalks mothers mourn children in their lap.
Written on 9/21/2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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