February 19, 2017

The World It Seems

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