John J. Senchak

Rookie (9/9/63 / Wilkes-Barre, PA)

The Fix

We stand and stare in silence, wondering what went wrong
We stand and shout with vehemence, insightful all along
We deflect responsibility, our heads deep in the sand
We decry the past with clarity, yet fail to take a stand
Hands shoved deep in pockets, chins upon our chests
Hands that flail wildly, as boisterous as the rest
Those hands that built this haven that’s balanced on the brink
Now wring those hands with worry, what the world may think
We surrender our traditions, our footfalls

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