I am finding poetry much better at depicting the craziness of these times. I would love your comments.
Bang Bang You’re Dead
There’s a gaping hole in America’s heart.
The bullets of racism have torn it apart.
Shots from aimless guns—a profanity—
Are blindly killing dreams and humanity.
Anger and intolerance expose the lies
Of our mythic exceptionalism. Better cries
That we are all too human—selfish, corrupt.
Our President is at center stage, acting out
Our nation’s unwritten play, telling us who
We really are. It’s not me, I say, I care,
But if I really cared and lived it, why
Do so many poor, hungry, and unloved die?
Life is much more spectral than Black or White.
Two opposing sides cannot bring the light
To the darkness that enshrouds our days.
Perhaps, if they listened to one another,
Instead of the voices of those who stand
Between the light of hard-won truth and
Greed, or worse, indifference to the screams
Of a nation, born in light and hopeful dreams.
So we are told, but it has become undone.
Those dreams disappeared in the morning sun
That illuminates the dark underside of reality.
Dreams can live, but only when kept alive by care
And attention to the ties that bind all from birth
In the awesome web of life on Planet Earth.
We are one — a oneness that powers the souls
Of everyone, that, in spite of so many holes,
Speaks to the miracles that brought every one
To walk upon the Earth’s life-giving soil.
Joining hands is but a token of solidarity;
Joining hearts moves the needle of justice
A little closer toward the Full mark but
Only action will loose the waiting sunbeams
That carry peaceful rest and fulfilled dreams.