How Can That Be?
A Poem by Me
Glance right and see
How can that be?
Face up and look down
How can that be?
Sad looks fully surround
How can that be?
Bootlickers praising bloodshed
Making us wonder what’s in their head
Chanting murderous threatening things
And making it rhyme like the canary sings
Freedom?
Is that what sings?
When everything falls prey to wicked things?
How can that be?
What happens when there’s no one left to save you
To save me?
How can that be?
When punched down from
Enlightenment
Will this bring or ignite a fit?
Will the heart win over the cesspit?
Will any of us live to see past the shit?
How can that be?
When there’s nothing left for anyone
And we destroy all humanity?
How can that be?
That we had the chance to create Utopia
But instead mapped out Eugenicopia?
How can that be?
About the Creator
Sai Marie Johnson
A multi-genre author, poet, creative&creator. Resident of Oregon; where the flora, fauna, action & adventure that bred the Pioneer Spirit inspire, "Tantalizing, titillating and temptingly twisted" tales.
Pronouns: she/her
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