The Drowning Nation

Blood boiled higher

Than bank account climbed,

Pressure descended slower

Than bills draining

An already taxed fund,

A safety net

Unheard of!

Torn apart with scissors

Held by those in power-

Those elected by a confused bunch

Set against each other

By the same men

Meant to unite them,

A people following the media

And not the words

Spoken by neighbors,

Not the actions seen in real life

But the movements on a screen,

Performed by the puppets

We set in place but controlled

By puppeteers they unwittingly trusted-

A nation failing itself,

Logging into deception,

By their free will-

Yanking themselves to the hell

That exists upon the paved streets

With the polluted air-

Clocking into a clock

That owns them

To earn peanuts that are taxed

And taxed again

Skeletal workers

Feeding an ever growing political pig.

Katrina Thornley is a nature poet. novelist, and freelance journalist that resides in Rhode Island. She has two poetry collections currently published, a novel, as well as a short story anthology. Her poetry collections "Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature" and "Arcadians: Wooden Mystics" were inspired by a local park and life in her small rural town. You can find them on Amazon now!

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