by Tim Chiu
Closing a nice, worthwhile day in American history - a spending spree - a nice poem.
|A world that’s cruel and unbecoming,
Sourced through woeful spying,
Is forced to grant a sinful cheer,
Blankly hurt, denying.
A piece of chain around the neck
Can seem an aimless cause.
So dubious, we change our course,
And rise to safe applause.
Perfect with said discipline,
We shed unwanted violence.
The righteous indignation shimmers,
Such contempt in silence.
Unified in strength of vision,
Glowing with fierce passions.
Now that page is under siege,
Saintly youths’ non-fashions.
People often face a struggle,
Heroes with such flavor.
Every person’s sheer resolve
Shows that genes don’t waver.
It is then, this tragic outcome
Feels untreasured reins.
Tracking holes, these lurid pinches
Zero out the brains.
Throwing sums does mean devices,
Money that’s spent right.
How the office withstands horror,
Never out of sight.