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War Crimes

SHADY
HAZY
RAINY DAY,
GRAY SKIES
AND BLUE EYES
STREAKING
ACROSS THE
PATHS
OF LIFE,
WE HAVE
A WAR,
AND WONDER
WHAT FOR…
ISN’T THE
PANDEMIC
ENOUGH
AND ROUGH,
NOT SURE
WHO PROGRAMS
SUCH INSIDIOUS
TIMES
WHERE SMILES
AND TEARS
COME OUT IN
THE RHYMES,
WE SEEK TO
FIND FREEDOM
AWAY FROM
THE PAST
BREATHING IN
DEEPLY
HOPING TO CAST
A LIGHT FULL
OF JUSTICE
A LIFE FULL OF EASE
A PERFECT FULL DAY
WHERE FANTASIES
PLAY
BUT SOMETHING
HAS COME
INTO THE SOUL
HARD TO IDENTIFY
WORSE YET
TO DIGNIFY
WHAT MAN HAS
BECOME
AT THE BEAT
OF THE DRUM,
LEAVING
A GOOD MIND
IN TERROR AND
DOUBT,
I HAVE TO SAY
THIS WAS
NOT THE RIGHT
WAY
FOR THE MILLIONS
OF LIVES
THAT HANG
IN THE DIVE,
AND HERE WE
ARE STRUGGLING
TO JUST STAY
ALIVE:
IT SEEMS UNFAIR
AFTER CRUMMY
PRETENSE
WHERE WE REALLY
WERE SCARED
AT THE BODY
EVENTS,

SHOTS IN THE ARM
SMILES FULL OF
CHARM
COVERED UNDER
A MASK
OF DREAMS,
I WALK IN HIS
JACKET
BIG AND SO WARM
REMEMBERING
TIMES
WHEN THINGS
WERE NOT TORN,
THE SMILES AND
GIGGLES
THE KISSES AND
SEX
THE HOLDING
OF HANDS
FULL OF LOVE
AND REFLEX,
I SMILE AT THE
CARS
ZOOMING ON BY,
FULL OF SOME
MUSIC
AND DOGS
ON THE FLY…
HOW FAR
HAS THIS TAKEN US,
INTO THE MYSTIC
AWAY FROM OUR
LIVES
NOW A DARKISH
STATISTIC,
AND THINK OF POPPA
WHO HELD MY HAND
ACROSS THE
BIG ROCKS
AND DEEP WARM SAND,
I TRUSTED IN HIM
WHEN HE SAID WITH
A GRIN,
“DON’T WORRY, PUTZ…
EVERYTHING’S FINE
SKIES ARE SO BLUE
AND PIES ARE DIVINE”,
YET I CANNOT BE
SAD
IT WOULD MAKE
THINGS SO BAD,
THAT’S NOT MY
STYLE OR MAGIC,
AND SINCE
I REFUSE
TO WAIL AND ACCUSE
THE WORLD FOR
SOME STABS IN THE BACK,
IT WILL NEVER ATTACK
OR WIPE US AWAY
WE WILL SOAR AND
WILL DREAM IN
THE BEST HUMAN WAY,
BECAUSE WE
WERE BORN
TO FLOURISH THE EARTH
WITH POETS AND LOVERS
AND FUNNY MASK COVERS,
WE WILL STAND
AND FIGHT
THROUGH THE
DARKEST OF NIGHTS,
ONLY TO SEE
THE SUN RISE AGAIN…
AND THEN
WE WILL WIN!

©JW WINSLOW 4/1/2022

March 29, 2022 MaryJo Moore

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