Something’s Wrong

the state of the world this day

Graffiti on a wall in Padua (Italy) photo by A.B. Godfreed

Something’s off,
I tell you,
wrong
in the way we be
in this world.

Can’t you see it
in
the artless uni-vision,
erasing diverse becoming?

Can’t you hear it
in
the fake truths,
birthing so many foul plays?

Can’t you taste it
in
the blood,
running free,
one steady fist upon face?

Can’t you smell it
in
the misfit’s always
roasting from righteous indignation?

Can’t you feel it
in
the untold wounds
emptying out souls?

Can’t you sense it
in
the hope fast
vacating our indifference?

Something’s off,
I tell you,
in this day-2-night of
living death.

Something’s wrong,
this heart knows.