Where is Dignity?

I hear political-crickets carving up
America into the late hours of the
haunting night with serrated legs, and a
fractured ideology. My mind listens to
the drone of cars approaching and
retreating in the highway far in the
distance, and I sense it is an omen. A
harshness of humanity is approaching
the shores of America, and the soft
rhythm of tenderness is retreating. The
ebony sky watches in disbelief as the
faltering dreams of many in the land
diminish into oblivion.

A sardonic frown and a clinched fist, out
of nowhere came. It crushed the
singing, burned out the lights of fervent
expectations, and is bringing chaos.
Progress has been deferred; the past is
becoming the future, rights and
privileges are being suspended for the
naïve masses, without their
understanding. The graves of hope are
being posted along side the rusted
highways of political decay, and the
screaming will not ease. The path to
dreams and the dry bones of dissenters
could be swept up and placed in
pauper’s fields, along side naïve
expectations; all to be forgotten as
tweets of political inanity cover truth.

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James, a retired professor and octogenarian, is a pushcart and best of web nominee. He has published 3 collections of poetry, “The Silent Pond” (2012), “Ancient Rhythms,” (2014), and “LIGHT,” (2016), and over 1,000 poems, in such magazines as Global Poetry, Westward Quarterly, Miller’s Pond, Poetic Diversity, American Aesthetic, Penwood, Gold Dust Poetry, Scarlet Leaf, The Linnet’s Wings and over 120 others. His fourth collection of poetry will be released this year. He earned his BS and MA from California State Polytechnic University, and his doctorate from BYU.

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