On C.N.N. Today Poem by James McLain

You and I today they said,
we all must pay.
Silent we must be, of poets,
I would speak.

Not one shade of tenured man,
and common woman be.
Mental health and placed,
in on beneath their feet.

Is that a pill, eye's on,
made taking.
Put on a list worth making.
Some of U.S. observed.

Are you a learned Gnostic?
Do your dreams come true?
Dreams not explored by you.
Then our words cannot endure.

While violence,
does not serve a world.
That some have made turn blue.