RACE
WAR(P)
The scream, a
fragile hologram,
twirls the hope
of art, dreams
to affirm its
action, to disperse
tsunamis of
discontent.
Color
thunders. Fury emits funk.
Enough is quite
enough
but less than a
sentence parsed
in a nation of virgin vices.
Bogus trumps, aquatinted
tropes
or alabaster
promises prevail.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr.
October 14, 2016
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