it’s 1938 again, glass shatters

shards scatter, lives don’t matter

state sponsored murder sanctioned

and the constituents celebrate

and the constituents applaud

 

toxic rallies continue

hot coals are thrown into boiling

pots of ignorant meltdown ignited

and the constituents celebrate

and the constituents applaud

 

the fallout spreads

and the fallout is out of control

as ash and smoke hover like

low hanging clouds hiding our eyes

from daylight tempting us with madness

 

the morning sonnet of the Song Thrush

the nighttime chirp of crickets, the glitter

at dusk from fireflies are no longer only

cries of children cries of mothers

cries of fathers and weeping walls

 

blood runs in the street blood runs in the rivers

blood drips, drips, drips in the drains while mirth

reigns in chateaus, castles and towers tall, tall, tall

and the constituents are happy

and the constituents celebrate

and the constituents applaud

 

it’s 1938 again

 

Jerry T Johnson

Jerry T. Johnson is a Poet and Spoken Word Artist whose poetry has appeared in a variety of literary journals and anthologies. Jerry often features at a variety of spoken word venues in the New York City area and he currently lives in Danbury, Connecticut with his wife Raye.

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