It's dark in here
by GC
Somewhere, some how
we got it wrong
Two point four million
schizophrenics wander the streets
They fear the voices
they fear their urges
They're alone,
compelled to darkest deeds
We go about our daily routines
ignoring anguished cries from city streets
Then, horror of horrors
bullets fly – innocents die
Where are we as a Nation
have we abandoned rationality
We should be a society bathed in light
but, it sure is dark in here
Poetry, prose, and other stuff meant for the reader's enjoyment. Web page at: Click here. My novels are White Lightning, The Carbon Steel Caress, In Good Faith, and Mudbug Tales; A Novel in Flashes, wit' recipes. My poetry book is A Southern Boy's Meanderings. CLICKY My webpage:
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