The mean streets meet
Main Street.
Don’t tell the skinhead
he drove
his super, big, black truck
jacked up
on monster tires
the wrong way
into the corner Tasty Treat.
He may beat
the crap out of you or if you
are lucky, at the very least,
flip you off right
there
on the street.
Sure we’ve been
killing each other since Abel
and Cain
but it does seem
our society
is getting ever more mean.
Hostility and fear reign
since Cain
asked “Am I my brother’s
keeper?”
Today, Cain wouldn’t
care about a brother
or sister, father or mother.
He would simply pull
a gun and shoot — it’s
quicker just to play the
Grim Reaper
and keep everyone
quiet, fearful, angry
and resentful with
five guns tucked in
the mattress under
the light and nervous
sleeper. Boo!