The Black Mist

Posted by on Jan 21, 2018 in Poetry, Soul of America

I wrote these words a year ago yesterday. For DJT inauguration day.

The Black Mist

As the people railed against
the most obvious acts of
dark spoken violence,

they missed the black mist
that encircled the world.

A mist that lay as the cause.
Veiled and casting blame
on each dramatic symptom.

Eventually it would be
the kindness of people
that would compel
the mist to take its leave.

But not before the people
were drawn into the
righteous battle
for the highground.


and then there is the SOUL OF AMERICA.