Here on Bleaker Street

If we aren’t at peace
With ourselves, how
Can we be at peace
With anyone else?

A recipe for disaster
Looms on the horizon.
I forsee calamity and
The death toll rising.

Misconception and
Misdirection, we’ve
Played into the hands
Of those doing us in.

A lack of humanity by
The insane with solely
Greed and conquest
To gain. It pains me

To doubt we’ll sustain,
As the rain continues
To fall upon us all, the
Complicit and appalled

Here on Bleaker Street.

Kenneth Vincent Walker is a "New Formalist" Poet, Spoken Word Artist, Performer, and Author of BORDERLINE ABSURD (An Exercise in Rhyme and Reason), published by Poem Sugar Press 2015. Read other articles by Kenneth Vincent.