I remember my mother fighting another woman at the front door of a Baptist church
Just a flash of a memory as I wasn't very old
I may have been four or five at the time
I remember being thrown out the back door on the day I began to fight
There was no real way to win that maternal war
I was fifteen then and I had spoke my mind
There are so many more memories that I have left behind
I'm using a line from Vonnegut to title these words
For it feels as alien as what I've just read
Is there a fourth dimension for all my daily dread
I hear Sunday church bells ringing inside of my head
Will there be another hurricane this year
That familiar loud moan swirling in the darkness as I lie in bed
One destroyed our coastline last year
One overran a mountain, left a lot of people dead
Russia, Iran & China, they hate what we became
A freer version of success, wealth & fame
They may bomb us one day
and so it goes
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: July 20th, 2025 08:55
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