Superman Blues. Poem by Peter Vealey

Superman Blues.

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24 hour world communications
Brought it home
To every home computer, video, radio.
Back and front replayed hauntingly.
For all to know they say.
The surreal wickedness of the terrible moments.
Unravelled
Ramfications of scapegoating began
Inexorably.
How I wish I could
Have been
Superman.
Out of the clouds.
Stop those planes before...
Change the backdrops of hate and ignorance.
That makes
The futile emptiness
Seem so
Utterly inhumane and unnecessary,
Of a shattering world tragedy as this.

Sunday, April 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: world conflicts
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Peter Vealey

Peter Vealey

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