Quiet Desperation
The nightly sports
the morning news
(about the Arabs
and the Jews,
and rape, and hate,
and murder too),
my nice safe job,
my shiny car,
the Happy Hour
at the bar
the cardboard food
the soft warm bed
the stifled voices
in my head...
The prophecy came true,
I fear;
it seems that I
am buried here.
Ruth Powers, copyright 2009
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