Today’s Prompt is to write a response poem. I’m tired and grouchy, so this might have to be it for tonight–more prose than poem. I have grading to do and a manuscript to edit.
by Beth Weaver-Kreider
Every day, another outrage,
a rage outside the norms.
And yet, it’s only what we expect
from a man who began
by race-baiting the Mexicans
and took it down from there.
Day by day, the rages get outer and outer.
You think that escalator couldn’t carry him
any lower, but it does,
and he’s jumping up and down
to make it go faster.
Can’t ignore it because it doesn’t go away.
Can’t respond because he begs attention.
Hate and outrage feed the monster,
but silence normalizes, so we’re caught
in this limbo of no right response.
1. Fairy Tales
5. Revelation and revolution
May we walk in Beauty!
2 thoughts on “Broken Vessel”
You give VOICE to the mental and emotional despair I feel as a diseased bull is given free reign by its keepers to spew vile vomit and trample our fragile, life giving gardens.
Thank you, Beth. Cielo Sand
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Thank you, my friend.