Scandal at PSU
My heart tires,
fury leeching from my bones
into words with poisonous tips,
stabbing pixels, housemates;
JoePa’s peeps rally ’round
"He’s like my grandpa! Let him be!"
As now grown men twitch
in the night,
memory wisps of tiny hands pressed flat to tile
or face to mattress
as pain flares through body parts;
they cannot even see.
And hope spills from them,
knowing the world prefers a football hero
forever cast in bronze
to the safety of the wee ones.
and only the forgotten know why.
©Pamela V Jones 2011
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Well put. I’ve been too enraged to find words for this insanity, but you’ve done it well.
Pointed by Firefly
The whole situation makes me weep for the abused children and for our screwed up society.
This poem sums up my feelings beautifully, however.
*nods* The rage is leaking out of me everywhere, cell by cell by cell.
Re: Pointed by Firefly
(for some reason what I write well is stuff that sits low in us aching in our core.)