poems about brokenness

The Same Things

Automatically given
All the advantages,
Without having done
Anything to earn them,
The comfort of oblivion,
Complacency of right,
It becomes natural to feel
A surge of disdain
Toward lessers who aren’t
Part of your tribe,
Who have the audacity
To want the same things
You’ve always had.


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Wonderful Dream

It sounds like a
Wonderful dream,
A place devoid of compassion,
Where no one gets health care,
Persecution for not
Believing certain things
Is acceptable,
Violence rules,
Some people are
More equal than others,
A few own most everything,
Cruelty and callousness
Are celebrated.

Sweltering Summer Day

On this sweltering
Summer day,
The water discharges
Brown out of the tap,
Laden with all manner
Of contaminants and
Unhealthiness,
Provided to her and
Her family by officials
Who only care about
Giving all the money
To people not like her.

Suppress

Detached.
Abstract.

As if what he believes
Has no real consequences.

Ignore.
Avoid.

Ramifications
Out of mind.

Pretend.
Suppress.

Uniformly

It’s not only the
Disturbing lack of
Empathy permeating
Their actions, but
Also how uniformly
They’ve become
Radicalized,
Common decency,
Social conscience,
Quaint terms to be
Maligned, abandoned
In favor of abject
Heartlessness.

Primal

The difference lies
In that they only care
About absolute power.
Collaboration
Doesn’t matter, only
Total domination,
A primal compulsion
To be in control to
Somehow make up for
Feelings of instability
Deep within, not a
Moment’s thought for
Anything other than
Immediate cravings.

Shortcoming

He’s unable to
See the world
From someone else’s
Perspective, an
Unimaginable
Shortcoming
For someone who
Is in charge of
Caring for others.

Lovelessness

Hardness forged by
Ferocious words,
Closed fists,
Absence of kindness,
Scarcity.
Hypervigilance,
Fearsome monsters around
Every corner,
Innocence exterminated,
Leaving nothing but
Raw hatred,
Lovelessness.

One Hundred Dollars

If a nation of
One hundred people
Possesses one hundred
Dollars and ninety-nine
Of those dollars go
To one person, that
Leaves one dollar for
Ninety-nine people.
Not a bad deal deal
For that one person,
A terrible one for
Everyone else.
Some people think
This is okay,
Others don’t.