Wednesday, January 15, 2020

SO COMFORTABLE, a poem


While Mother Nature roars
outside my patio door
rain, snow, howling wind
I drink my coffee
in a cozy kitchen

While the heads of state
kill soldiers and civilians
with their bullets and bombs
I watch television
in a cozy easy chair

What can anyone do to stop
the slaughter of innocents
other than wish and pray?
Perhaps cast a single vote
in a cozy polling place




Thursday, January 2, 2020

THE MIRROR, a poem



The idol, his foremost trait is greed
a voracious appetite for wealth
praise, purchased sex, gross food
His admirers are warped
striving to emulate him

Cheering his selfishness
as a towering achievement
his bold narcissism
as worthy of imitation
a reflection of themselves

In an age of i-shopping
i-phones, i-everything
an I-president has emerged
Ever ready to say
I am perfect