The World It Seems
By John R. Greenwood
The world it seems has lost it's mind
Spewing words of hate it can't take back
People once friends turn ugly and unfamiliar
Their ears poisoned by what they hear
Alternative facts and refurbished lies
Ricochet untethered causing fear to swell
I recoil into the dense undergrowth
Waiting for the traffic to slow to a crawl
Once hopeful for the building of diversity
I feel the ceiling crashing from the weight of evil
Mistrust runs free for the taking
Strewn out like lawn sale leftovers
Somewhere along the way we lost the map
The World it seems can't read the signs
