This Ebullient Pen

Sometimes this writing is like a nagging disease, This ebullient pen won't leave me in peace. I want to write about daisies and skies But it works on the words, to expose some lies. Like it has a mind of its own to discourse On the violence of some so blinded by force, Arrogant and loud because of their number Everyone's condemned if none join them here, And we're pushed like cattle in our own country, That my pen rebels at this hypocrisy Their pretense at migration has left us numbed, Now we grasp at the trap into which we succumbed. The pen has turned fiery red with its ink I have to write its truth, no matter what they think. Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.21.15