“The Moral Argument” by Samantha Tolleson
I listened to the world go quiet
I felt the horror with people huddling in the night
Whispering prayers hoping for God’s light.
Banks so happy their misdeeds are staying out of sight.
Quiet words and missed days
Blurring together forming a haze.
Clicking buttons,
Whirring fans,
Walking around the city is banned.
Terror of germs has arrived
From a bat it was derived.
Lies of a weak flu
When those who are safe are few.
The Earth, she took a gasping breath.
The humans now visited by death.
Now I watch my country burn.
Night after night sleeping on a razor’s edge.
Hoping and waiting to see if my town remains intact.
An argument over the color of skin.
What if a person were to have feathers, scales, or fins?
Why does the news act as if we’re in the days of Huckleberry Finn?
What century do you think we’re in?
Brown, Garrison, Douglas, and Stowe
Is this the boat they would get in to row?
Remember we must reap what we sow.
Shall this be something we keep or throw?
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