Midnight in a store gvies me a scare

The News

In Russia you are beaten

If you tell the truth.

In America you're murdered

If you're gay.

Blacks have gone through centuries

Of death and degradation

Til now they scorn themselves.

The war continues.

All heaven-bound, and Jesus

Or Mohammed is the lord,

Now armed in bloody combat.

And the dinosaurs were right.

 

Futile Response

Life is very peaceful

For the simple and deranged,

But nobody believes

That she has changed.

Nothing ever changes.

Only thunder in the night,

And blinding lightning

Turns the mountain white.

And Putin beats dissenters

With Obama building bombs.

And Reagan up in heaven singing,

“Open all the tombs.”

God is very glad. The heathens

Thought it was a bluff.

Open all the tombs. There is not

Nearly dead enough.

 

Midnight in a store

Midnight in a store gives me a scare,

Like Halloween, and everybody's there.

The preacher on a pension says to share.

People need. And I no longer care.

Save the pets when no one gives a damn.

Even that turned out to be a scam.

Writing poems is a way to grieve.

What is true? Whatever you believe.

If you can't be personal, be witty.

Schizophrenics roam through New York City.

Disinterest. What is reality?

My life is too much in my poetry.

If you like my poems, I have some collections on Amazon, both paperback and Kindle.  The Kindles are better.  Type Joseph Hart Poetry in the search bar.