Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Arlene Corwin writes

Chaos & Teargas

Chaos and teargas once again
All that I want is to pass
The rest of my years
In a state of placidity.

How to?
I’m sure it’s an end you want too:
All of you, each of you
Out there, wherever
You chance to be placed.

With nearly the yearly Thanksgiving
For most of us living
                                 in places of peace,
Exposed to the chaos while sitting
In chairs or on couches -
Not crouching or fleeing,
Pursued by a fleet of policemen or soldiers,
We miss being fodder.
How lucky we are!

Yet we, suffused
With the anger and violence
While eating our turkey and cranberry sauce,
Exhausted and worried
From scurrying youngsters, flurries of gangsters,
burying mothers…
Smothering gases of withering fires,
And masses of dawdling, dithering leaders, 
Chaos and teargas the emblem for hire.

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