Pumpkin spice and cinnamon are already out in stores
When every morning you awaken with the threat of death
Death by crime , death by virus
Death by ignorance
Will these be the spices to adorn our dead bodies?
For a roast on the campfires of lawlessness
Our cities burn yet it is ignored
And the ones who could stop it are left helpless by a word … No
” Well it’s not here yet” you think
“Let them let off steam” you said
” I’ll turn a blind eye” you do
Lawlessness breeds lawlessness
Spices burn too , you know
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© Wanda Sanders 2020 August 12
Poetry by Wanda 