This Constant Storm

This constant storm

Crashes on my beach,

Abuses my soul, keeps

Dreams out of reach.

Swirling sand akin

To verbal abuse.

No one’s seeking

Any form of excuse.

Those on the left;

Those on the right:

Nuking the middle

With hate and spite.

Pounding the good book

With bias and greed;

It’s God’s will that

The innocent bleed.

Man, what kind of creed

Can do these things?

And folks still wonder

Why caged birds sing.

This constant storm

Keeps coming and coming.

Waves of anger,

Waves of despair,

Waves of methane

Killing the air.

Some say all’s well

with the atmospshere;

Yet the Arctic is melting,

Smog refuses to clear.

Pretty soon

No alien in space

Is gonna come here.

Why visit a planet

That can’t decide

Between fact tellers

And those who lied?

Alternative truth?

The universe is grinning:

“Those folks on Earth

Can't fathom losing from winning.”

Meanwhile entitled

Good Ole Boys

Keep spouting,

“Wham bam

Thank you mam

Grab that pussy

Cause I can!”

This constant storm

Is a huge harpoon

coming from every direction:

The only barrier

Is the coming election.

So quit whining

And cussing:

That’s no antidote;

Instead, bide your time

And by all means vote

A hundred times

If that’s what it takes

To turn this tide

Toward a more gentle norm

And remove the threat

Of this constant storm ... 

                                         This time.

                                                           For awhile.