I do not miss screaming at the silence.
Nor live streaming demestic violence.
(My white noise was carnage)
Loaded plastic pistols protected my
precious dreams from plagued pirates
and camoflaughed elected officials.
(Wickedness incarnate)
My freedom was being challenged by radical racism.
Hope was being pursued by dedicated journalism.
Truth, interpreted through domesticated terrorism.
I look forward to investing in defensive mechanisms
as a way to defend all of Earth's living organisms.
We have become obsessed with government renovation.
An addiction responsible for causing increased human segregation.
We, the people, should be obsessed with interspecies
innovation and prolonging mortality's desolation.
It is not too late to undo what has been done.
Spreading hatred is easy.
Spreading love will be fun.
About the Creator
Kale Ross
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
Find my published poetry, and short story books here!
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