In the Genes
Earlier in the day, dipped
into a little Thucydides,
and revived my memories of
Corinth and Corcyra.
Alliances and duplicity,
trophies taken and lost,
innocents slaughtered handily,
for revenge,
and thoughts of Syria
and Fallujah came to mind.
Things in THAT part of the world
don't seem to ever change.
Watched a piece on road rage,
recently,
about tailgating and cut-offs,
and stop sign stand-offs,
families killed in cross walks,
bicyclists crushed and
carnage sometimes for miles.
Ending with a well spoken
man in prison orange
who said he could do
nothing else, but
accept a single digit challenge.
Whose only regret was
that he had.
been there,
at the time.
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment