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Hannah Anderson All around me, on every screen I see, The terrors of humanity, nature reigns supreme. Instagram, Facebook, Youtube, everywhere I look, Another screaming newscaster casts their spelling hook. I lose sense of the living room, light begins to dim, Surrounding every nook and cranny, a cursing Jinn. Wishes to be free from pain, fettered to this life, I watch in helpless horror as I’m fed another lie. In the midst of June’s dry desert heat, I am drowning in the waters that consumed New Orleans. Katrina came in 20-5, 1,560 miles away, 1,833 doomed to die Tears that cannot pay. Upon this desert’s solid dirt and rock, I stand, Earth begins to shake and quake, and fell the running man. ‘Dios Mio’, 130 given for ‘85, 1,528 miles away, Watch the quaking live. No words I can say. Safe and cool, within my desert home, My petty cries are deafened in the smoking dome. Ammonium Nitrate, 2,750 tons, 7,339 miles away, Sitting in the Port of Lebanon. All I can do is pray. Where is hope and peace, courage hands to hold, When naught but greed and power, are the voices bold? The world is burning in our hands, witches at the post, Gurgling, spewing, vomiting, humanity's blood and bone. The negative, overpowering. I lie shaking in my bed. I cannot keep this continuing, living in my head. Instagram, Facebook, Youtube, newscasters in our hands, Easily, reminding us that power was never man’s. Watching reels, spewing wheels, no restriction, To have hope renewed, I must cancel my subscription.
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AuthorWelcome to my humble collection of poems. Though I have written many poems growing up, most of a free-verse form, it wasn't until a Poetry Workshop in Fall 2021 that I finally began to delve into the art of poetry. |