I’m sorry and sad that this comes out of my brain, but it does at the moment. For among the ubiquitous money orientated TV competitions are the ever-present newscasts with their on-the-spot reporting.
As usual, I’ve worked and reworked this to produce a piece of art.
Chaos & Teargas
Chaos and teargas once again
WhenAll that I want is to pass
The rest of my years
In a state of placidity.
How to?
I’m sure it’s an end you want too:
All of you, each of you
Out there, wherever
You chance to be placed.
With nearly the yearly Thanksgiving
For most of us living
In places of peace,
Exposed to the chaos while sitting
In chairs or on couches –
Not crouching or fleeing,
Pursued by a fleet of policemen or soldiers,
We miss being fodder.How lucky we are!
Yet we, suffused
With the anger and violence
While eating our turkey and cranberry sauce,
Exhausted and worried from scurrying youngsters, flurries of gangsters, burying mothers…
Smothering gases of withering fires,
And masses of dawdling, dithering leaders,
Chaos and teargas the emblem for hire.
Chaos & Teargas 11.17.2019 OurTimes, Our Culture II; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 