Seph Vi Poet Free verse

Winds of Cultural Calamity

Oh, 
how 
tragically 
sad 
it was
to look 
at 
the 
local news 
that day;
with my  
coffee mug 
in hand
after a 
lovely night 
with a 
good book,
and then 
I learned 
that 
a wooden cross 
was burnt 
up 
at a park 
before 
my people
on our 
shared 
glorious 
urban 
city streets,
while uprooted 
trees 
and debris
fought 
harshly 
in the wind.

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