Dear Poetry + patrons, please enjoy this first poem for December. Thank you for your patience, as I’ve been in the throes of production. – Loolwa

Mass hysteria
Minds shut down
Hearts grow cold

You connect the dots
In erratic fashioin
Creating a tangled mess
Instead of cohesive thread

It’s pointless to talk
Which is when
People pick up guns

And it repeats itself
Every few generations

You have learned nothing
And your contempt
Prevents you
From learning anything

You exhaust all the resources
Which could go toward
Building something beautiful

And I
Who once fought
Who once educated
With idealistic fervor

Turn the other way
And head toward the waterfront
Where I dance

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