Monday, September 15, 2014

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