I am Weary.
Of the drama.
Of the lies.
The ground shifting under my feet.
The dodging of shards of someone else’s
The reinventing of history so vile it pollutes
all it touches.
The madhouse invasion of my peace,
the war that is not my own
with its bullets and klaxon horns filling the air
and leaving me no place to breathe.
About this poem
Inspired by a news article on Yahoo or all places. It is only partially about politics.