Bleeding or Mending Poem

Is the world bleeding to death,
Or will the torrent ease?

Everything must meet its end
Blazing forth-or falling silent.
The beaming politician
Calling forth idealism in every defeated heart
Has a namesake bullet in the barrel of a gun.

The wounded psyche staggers
From the bloodied stomach of public war,
Lashes hope to darkness, lets a million voices
Sway in brilliant blackness, cured of desire

Satiated with dreams that surpass an age
Of white horse cowboy politics
And fallen walls, to an age without walls-

Where the only such construction is in the mind;
Minds raised to dread and suspicion,
Clinging to what’s less miserable, less dire,
Watch the two options parade past the nightly news
While untouched youth swallow their cartoons.

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