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America


This is America.


31 Jan 2020


WRITING POETRY

The beautiful babble of children,
the wonderful, well-kept classrooms.

Punctuated by the percussive sounds
of rifle rounds in the distance.

Children play in the fields
their minds sponges for ever more.

Men play in the woods
their fingers itching for more.

In this beautiful town nestled
in a valley between two evergreen hills.

Yet a tragic irony beats on
that seems to quietly inculcate into our reality:

The echos of gun shots seemingly smothering
the innocent play of children.

“NOTICE Gun Range in Area”
that’s all they write, yet it speaks so much.

This is America.


© Pramod Kotipalli 2020

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