BlacksburgA Poem by David P. EckertA rap poem composed shortly after the Virginia Tech shooting. Some thought this in bad taste to be rhyming and posted so soon after. Others disagreed. Was a featured poem.
made the network’s bonanza as every anchor, some with rancor painted pictures of blood stained walls, burial halls that were classrooms, death angel in silence, in gloom saw no mark to pass over, no four leaf clover. Luck runs out as we shout for splattered students, Holocaust prof heroes, students launching out windows, as we set out our scapegoat - some administration’s decisions our news nose turned up in derision with news of the hour upon hour, glad the shooter was dead and the devil in his head that no one knows or says where it came or where it went, the man was bent and so many knew it, construed it, brought their frightened minds to it, saw the hate but just wait till all exploded, his Glocks loaded. The way of the news is to shout it all out, the pitch high as a kite while we ignite with the thrill of the moment the second the hour. We feel the power of events as they blast them. Just ask them so we know what to think and rethink, know what’s the news and the old don’t care what grows mold or turns sour, mundane or profane it won’t matter, our thoughts soon scatter. Thirty-three in one place is a lot. That’s what’s hot when there’s no war at home, no street drugs or crime, HIV’s out of time. There’s no starvation indignation, no deaths on the roads from drinking from driving, no conniving to steal from the middle or poor, show them the door as wealth rules the day, pays its way into power. We won’t even glower, Watch the news as we’re told to our brave new world view. One nine eight four has the floor as we can’t even think from the stench on the brink. Wrongful death is what sells, like Kismet in Hell if it’s packaged just right evil rules all day and all night. David P. Eckert © 2008 David P. EckertFeatured Review
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21 Reviews Added on February 20, 2008 AuthorDavid P. EckertRoslyn Heights, NYAboutPsychologist, Writer, Painter, Father of 2, Grandpa of 2 cute, smart and beautiful little girls, Husband, Keeper of Dogs, Fish and Fruit Trees and generally Busy Guy. more..Writing
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