This is a Political Poem

Windows and screens peer into homes,

webs of worlds into the unknown

children seeing circuses

filled with fat, white

men, we eat the pigs pretending

we don’t live in caged pens.

Girls in tight skirts with beautiful locks,

how many more men will parade without knocks

An innocence taken, a pen blown

out of its ink,

pretty girl, you can only bleed

hues of pink.

Wandering women,

whispering hen,

fill yourself up with pictures of legends

and fairy dust, leave the men.

no one will believe

no one will give way to trust

like maddening elephants,

the ground will be trampled,

dirt and boulders,

trees and plants thrown up,

the air is thickening with carbon and greed,

guns clang on wall street while

mothers grieve.

Babes swaddled in cancerous gases,

what have we done to the

hurting masses?