Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)


So hate seems to have triumphed
and the end of common decency is near,
And the hope from the choice of earlier years
has succumbed to the politics of anxiety and fear.
Love, peace, and justice have wandered off to join the disappeared
And the prayers of the righteous have been lost in the atmosphere
of the dark clouds of this machine with its grinding gears.

Outside it is raining.
Inside I am too dry to shed a single tear.

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