i’m tired;
every day when i awake
from my joyless slumber,
nights filled w/terror and
nightmares, i get a snapshot
of the recent events,
and i go increasingly numb
when i read each word;
i’m tired;
all the anger and hate and fear;
all the nasty comments;
neighbor against neighbor
against every one;
i go out to the far back of my property,
dig a hole, put my head in the hole,
bury my head in the sand; so to speak;
but i don’t like the taste of dirt; the taste
of defeat; the taste of giving up;
i’m tired…
i vow to do better, try harder, speak to
the unspoken; say hello to the neighbor
with the barking dogs; say hello to
the neighbor with the Trump 2016 still
stuck in dead grass; say hello to the
neighbor that calls me faggot every
chance he gets;
it’s tough to turn the other cheek when
the barking dogs of congress are all cowards;
when the White House is filled with
sycophants and ass lickers; and states
where LDBTQ can get fired just because
of orientation;
yeah i’ll get right on that “turn the other cheek”
as soon as the shot gun is loaded
and the dead bolt is turned.