REPARATIONS

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Sep 10, 2024

REPARATIONS
Are you holding your breath tonight 
In your cozy corner, everything is just right
Proficiently But is it a debate or a fight 
Or a measure of insults proving me right
What a joke America of great expectation 
To think we should be ruled by deliberation
Do you care to decide on just intolerance 
Repatriations is no time for idle recreation
A nation is being brainwashed by sensation
Oh It's fright night for all media recommendations
A who is who and who dunit people what a tribulation.

Into The Mist Poetry Vol. 9
Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet for Timeless Poetry Series / Raw Energy

 

Tags: Metaphor, Riddle, Confused, Imagery,

 

 

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