• Poetry

    Where Will It End?

    I used to love hanging out at the coffee shop on the corner, right in the center of town I would spend hours watching the pigeons hanging out on the sidewalks fluttering from cobblestone streets and perched around the French stone fountain It looked like an enchanted scene cut right out of Paris, France Then one day I woke up and all the pigeons were gone the cobblestone and the fountain too No one even asked us Citizens what we wanted Some person(s) with clout made the decisions Poof! They were all gone And you know what else is so fucked up — People have been misled all along told…