World Poetry Day

World Poetry Day

came and went

and there I lay

blissfully unaware of the event

Somnolent or drunk

Ignorant or absentminded

Submerged deeply in a funk

So depressed that I should

Have written a moving poem

About being depressed and could

Have done had I been so disposed

I suppose

But I didn't

And that's the sad fact

It's our morality that's full of holes

Hundreds of women and children,
some very young,
have swarmed across
Our southern border
desperate to escape the
poverty, corruption, and violence
that plagues their countries of origin
We greet them with flags waving
And signs that say
"America for Americans"
Our borders are porous
But it's our morality
That's full of holes