I can tell you how I am.
I am sickened by the thought of a pack of teenagers
filming a disabled man
drowning in a pond in front of them
Laughing as they watched and recorded the event. Cocoa, Florida sounds like a sweet spot residing at the entrance to
The gates of Hell.
No laws broken.
No charges filed.
Karma and my prayers for justice.
I could meet out justice but the land I loved suffers
Send the comets!
(Or apologize to Sodom and Gamorrah.) Sadness breeding anger tonight
©Nancilynn Saylor. 21July 2017
2 thoughts on “Good morning, America; how are you?”
“Like” is not accurate … but in this case means I recognize a well-stated truth about the world we live in. Good poem about bad norms.
I understand what you mean, Jazz. There are many good people in the world but unfortunately there are also these very evil ones. Unfortunate reality in these times. nl