Our high parody burns while super-heroes play fiddle.
The hopeful rich wail with privilege, “This can’t be the middle!”.
As tensions between classes become ever more molten…
The proletariat seek safe spaces to revolt in.
Each siloed caste level’s armed & strapped with their safeties off.
While the bubbled entitled read through hard facts with a scoff.
Truth & perspective, conflated or switched into true lies.
Not knowing the difference is how democracy dies.
I pen this not to judge or to our divisions speak down.
Just trying to make sense of the senseless hate going round.
L.B.Stowe 