A Night Terror

I crouch, a curmudgeon, before my screen,
With tears in my eyes, for I am in pain.
My eyes burn savagely for what I’ve seen,
As the words that I read have seared my brain.
Each day our country tears itself apart;
We kill each other for color of skin.
Religious fanatics want new wars to start;
The rich sit back and watch profits roll in.
The media flood with half-truths and lies;
Our fountain of truth spouts poison and hate.
Then as the soul of democracy dies,
We helplessly watch, for it is too late...
I awake, my eyes filled with burning tears,
And I vow to try to confront my fears.

Mick McKellar
March 2017

How are you sleeping these days?

Mick