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November 27, 2023
"Mes de los Muertos"

Reflections from the Newsreel 09: The Cure

By Carl Wade Thompson

The Cure

The days are counted with bullets,
bodies pile up like sand bags,
and the deluge of violence
is a flood Noah couldn't last.
Every day there is the thunder,
gun shots ring the breeze.
Another junkie has fallen,
addiction punished in spades.
The campaign is daily,
as the world watches on.
The people cheer rampage;
El Presidente crows like a cock.
The final cure for a disease,
humanity lost in a hail of lead.
Where is the empathy?
Can we not help the lost?
The monsters are at the helm;
the Abyss is staring back.
Addicts slaughtered like pigs
as we bear witness to their screams.
If this is the final solution,
what lunatics then are we?

Article © Carl Wade Thompson. All rights reserved.
Published on 2017-01-09
Image(s) are public domain.
2 Reader Comments
05:16:38 PM
Strong voice and sentiment.
01:03:24 PM
stark and real, yet strangely beautiful
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