Ode To A Shattered Window Poem by Nate Flying Owl

Shards of glass in various sizes
Scattered wildly across the store's tile
Are bathed in shadow and feigned moonlight
Evidence of the robber's break-in
Testament to the desperation
And the brutality of men's hearts

Each shard is a poem of sorrow
A threnody for pure innocence
With the screaming alarm loud and clear
Verses bringing deep despondency
To the store's owner, his family
And the surrounding community

This broken window, this shattered glass
Articulates a reality
Difficult for many to accept
At least for many Americans
Humanity is all too often
Nothing more than a grim fallacy