By Doug Bursch
I have a right to be sad. . .
Pressure from the right,
Pressure from the left.
Nothing left unsaid.
Everyone vilified, marginalized, and suspect.
I suspect it will not get better,
Until we all get our pound of flesh.
Tearing the world apart,
With our grand vision of a perfect nation.
So much malignancy as we seek the cure.
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