I write a lot of horror fiction - and try my hand at horror poetry. But my fiction pales to real life tragic horror.
I woke up today in Nazi Germany.
I rub the sleep from my eyes.
The radio blares the morning news.
Is this? the good ol'U. S. of A.?
I heard the radio say,"Move out the poor,relocate the worst do it right away."
An old man spoke,actually cried "This is not right,listen to our plight."
But he was beaten,on the streets of New Orleans.