Poems
by KJ Hannah Greenberg
Newel
Winding staircases, too, require support beams.
Its just that we tend to forget the necessity of
Central pillars.
Friends, even lovers, can suffice to prop up hopes.
Our concordant associates remain vital to upbeat
Outcomes.
Even after smoke fades, light scatters, rain ceases,
Sanguine associates contribute invaluable views,
Repeatedly.
Such buoyancy neednt match others wants more than
My family size, my waist measurements, my ancient
Typewriter.
Mulctuary
When imposing a pecuniary penalty, its advisable to
Lock up old accounts, erase debts, otherwise feign pure
Innocence.
After all, hoodlums prey on mistaken beliefs about
Humanitys righteousness; they take advantage of
Lazy thinking.
Every time persons yield critical thoughts to gobbling up
Mediated rhetoric, some crook, somewhere, notes a gap
Between truth and pretense.
If only we guarded all unalienable rights as much as we
Fortified our access to convergent media, Wed remain
Free to question law-breakers efforts.
Desensitized
In scrolling past murders, maiming, and other terrorist-induced horrors, people
Concede the morality of sickening acts. No wonderful aftermaths come from
Gruesome deeds.
Yet, the presses, local & worldwide, tend to upcycle nearly all reports of rampages
Conducted by horrendous folk. Those unspeakable goings-on become increasingly
Routine.
Neither the elderly nor the young are immune to such dreadful behavior. Assassins
Hope only to manufacture chaos, also loss. Their aims wont align with wholesome
Living.
Medias integument, year in and out, offers distractions, even whiffs of seasons seemingly
Prelapsarian. The truth, contrariwise, is brutal, often indigestible. Sanguinity, alternatively,
Lies.
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