Say Something Poem by george fillingham

I

Everywhere is now reduced to three.
Oh, the little towns; they blow away.
What will become of us?
I am full of wonder.

Hold tight, little ones, can't afford to lose you,
All you fun lovers;
Who will do the boating, the noting,
The doting, and the voting;

The booting up, the rebooting up,
The rooting, the hooting, the tooting
And (when change complains) who will do
The looting and the shooting?

II

Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan.
I am a service man.
I stand among square houses.
The date is May 4,1970.

I hear the radio report.
The Ohio National Guard
Has killed four students
At Kent State University.

They are dead.
I look around.
The silent houses,
Someone should say something;

A voice in my head says,
"America is very tired of being America."
Full of wonder,
The three is now reduced by four.