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On Track?
A sonnet
Dec 17, 2020
At least the cars are still upon the tracks.
It doesn’t mean that they can even move.
These tracks might not still hold the weight of facts.
Things could be worse but wish they would improve.
The sky is blue, some snow, It has melted.
Millions going hungry for far to long.
Living outside, improperly sheltered.
Pandemic unchecked, suffering prolonged.
Facade of progress, pretense of motion.
Hatred of the Other, no love ever shown.
Forests burning, acidified ocean.
Children abandoned by hearts turned to stone.
A time for sadness, a time for anger.
Time to talk with a little more candor.
