Cry Into My Fruit LoopsA Poem by Michael StevensWhat's coming, and I hope I'm wrongSad days are coming, and my cereal's getting cold while I worry, I'm looking for the silver lining, but the same old nightmares keep flashing before my tired eyes, starting with a president-elect who constantly lies. Echoes of pre-World War II are ringing in my ears. That we've apparently learned nothing is my greatest fear. What good is the past if we don't learn from our mistakes? We should be trying desperately, by doing whatever it takes to avoid reliving tragic era's like before World War II, but I can see us heading back there, returning to the tried and true, if by tried and true you mean ideas that failed spectacularly to work. Things such as far-right policies that led to the rise of power-mad jerks, who blame all our problems on 'them,', and mysterious 'outsiders,' and to not seeing reality or caring about truth, they're a sad reminder of the tragic mistakes, the horrible consequences of days gone by. As I watch the morning cable news, I stare into my Fruit Loops and cry. © 2017 Michael StevensReviews
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StatsAuthorMichael StevensAboutI write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more..Writing
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