2020 / POETRY / AUTHOR
GARY BECK
AS WE SINK
…
The trees are green.
Flowers are blooming.
The birds are singing
cheerfully.
It’s hard to imagine
disasters everywhere,
natural, man made.
We can’t control
an erupting volcano,
all we can do
is flee the lava.
What’s more frightening
in a different way
is a bad President
out of control,
wrecking the future
of a declining empire,
callously betrayed
by greedy capitalists
with no concern
for the fate of the people.