by Tim Chiu
Conditions that only accept crazy networks of society and numbers - a rhyming poem.
|A rampant heartlessness bringing forth |
A truly consistent recklessness -
God’s a victory, a magnetic north,
Cleansing the beast of fecklessness…
Leaders purport that a radical change
Is a threat to one, and a goal of unity…
A mortal cool, a revenge, how strange,
Colliding as bros, with total impunity.
Perhaps this help is worth a nod -
A blessing evinced to stifle tragedy -
Or a hated course, not needed, from God,
Politicized with rage quite steady!
Each side’s wanton ignoramus,
Touched by a heart and a soul too deep,
Are the doers of evil so infamous
That pernicious policies shall vilely creep.
A sense of calm, resilient grace,
A look to God for certainty,
Shall look us in some guiding place
At a vision’s horrible efficacy…
Perhaps one reason is, way too late,
For the whole of America to live the dream.
As cruising angels circulate
A cool economic agenda supreme.