Posted on September 10, 2015April 15, 2021 THINKING OF SUICIDE WHEN THE HEAD- LINES SHOULD BE ENOUGH Send Kevorkian away His services unnecessary For the slow death That comes from the congenital Uncontrollable urge To read the daily newspaper (And not the easy living sections either) Always, like magnets, Injustice draws the eye The travesty of the slaughtered Lions, Ideas, Ideals, The travesty of the disenfranchised And the people who struggle For some semblance of happiness In pictures of mothers and fathers Running ragged Across borders children in arms Tripped up by reporters’ cameras and legs That horrible hubris at center stage Every day Clothed in the 1st world democracy Of law & order Laws written by beneficiaries of The order Meted out by chanting trolls Ignorant of humanity I’m sure I will die a death By thousands of strokes Of a newsroom keyboard A slow death Swaddled in helplessness My own keys taking Weakly vicious strikes At an enemy I refuse to acknowledge As I brush my teeth In clean 1st world water Eyes downcast I turn out the light Leaving the room Before the enemy arrives In my own reflection Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...