Eggshells (A Poem)
What is happening To our collective brain? The left. The right. They've both gone insane. The ability to converse intelligently Is what made us great. Now a single casual opinion Seems to make everyone irate. Has the concept of friendly debate Outlived its life? Have we all become so cynical and bitter All we know is strife? I don't know if we can ever return to normal, Or reach a point where everything is always well. At this point, all I'd settle for Is not always having to walk on eggshells. _________________________________________________________________ Here are some of my other poems: Artificial Intelligence (A Poem) Fly on the Wall (A Poem) Mr. Popularity (A Poem) Missing the Sun (A Poem)