JOHN W. MATHENA
place is straight packed
I could not believe
My naive little eyes
watching a ravens game
during a late brunch
in a filled bar
surrounded by a pandemic
Their hearts heavy
Heads high
Watched over
By loved ones lost
Strivers march down hilton
Their fists raised
Waving in the crisp fall air
Cheered on
By residents passing by
Stimulation pulls my brain
In like a magnet
Won’t let me go
Consumes all that I know
ABCs 123s and Do-re-mis
School should set our children free
Rather than shackle their creativity
As they become target practice
Resulting from our nation’s inactivity
Welcome to Lahboul
Take in the sights
Of fools, ghouls, and tools
Without any rights