I look around

At all this mess

A thickening plot

Of unfolding stress

Just how much

Can people take

Being pushed

So that they brake

What they took

Has gone so fast

Our future dream

A thing of the past

I guess for some

It’s hard to believe

So, in a way

We need to grieve

For what we’ve lost

And what won’t be

Replaced by a disturbing

New reality

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks