Our Poet, signing in as SomeDAM Poet writes:

“The shape of things to come”

The shape of things to come
Is everywhere we look
To Appalachia from
The streets of Stony Brook

The shape of things to come
Is poverty and want
It’s water full of scum
And lead in drinking font

The shape of things to come
Is bridges falling down
It’s children in the slum
And homeless all around

The shape of things to come
Is neighborhood that’s gated
It’s people under thumb
And spying unabated

The shape of things to come
Has stared us in the face
Though most of us are numb
And caught up in the race