The Way Things Are Poem by Richard St. Clair

Darkness covers all with dread and sorrow:
Putting on their faces of posed bravery,
Ignoring pharma and oil magnates' knavery,
They sing and dance as if there's no tomorrow.
There's something about all this I find perplexing,
So many poor of this are in denial:
Though the rich deserve a just and scourging trial,
They're protected by attorneys, truly vexing.
The summer's on, the hurricanes in season,
More ferocious than before, from global warming,
Lashing inland and seacoast, alarming,
Yet the band plays on, with neither rhyme nor reason.
The darkness I imagine's of the mind,
The sorrow's a futile, existential bind.