Prison Radio
Steven Nicholson

This poem is called “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly”.

This could be about my family.
Easily, It could be about your family.
This could be about American democracy
And how it’s constructed currently, or, damn it, originally. 

The subscription to a vision was tossed like old vitamins.
But do we get the violin and cry for them? 
Damn it, call me Beethoven the way my heart been crying before time began.
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But my tears feel like a regeneration from ancient nations.

Have I taken places of people groups like ancient Druids?
Is my soul fluid? Ha.
Four faces, an old poem about things angelic.
Well, hell, that’s what I’m mixed with, Dutch, German, Indian and Irish.
Four faces. There are no races. 

We’re all humans running races.
We’re all different ethnos being put through the paces.
Our ethnos are from different places,
But we all want the same basics. 
So why all the hating?

People! Take your stations,
Stop waiting for the good to grow from bad
Without us watering the plants. 
Our lack of unity in the community is why our world looks so ugly.
So just display the beauty within you and me. 

All right, that’s it, people. Thank you for listening. 

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