I write to write
not to right the wrongs held by hungry men
and women who want just a little bit more.
We take and we react
to the injustice of others who take more than we
giving a shit only when it suits our needs.
He, she, or they are always to blame
for the wars and global warming
so live for yourself only for today.
You come to poetry readings
to hear something real you can really relate to
and to be seen by others just like you.
That is the problem that dares not keep a name
behind plastic smiles, it hides in fear
of seeing the other in our own reflection.
My darkness casts a shadow
upon the prim white lilies
bred for perfect splendor
in safer spaces
free from wild wolves.
But who will do the culling
to keep the beasts away?
Or, better yet, extinct,
just a glorified myth
fading like a memory.