Shannon Mccarthy

Forgive the Disruption

We strive to achieve;
First dominance, then money, maybe respect.
The queen bee, the boss man, our fearless leader
That we fear.

We strive to prioritize.
Yet few things can be filed, so scrutiny clouds our vision.
No answer, no solution, no abstract pathway
To a truth.

They strive to control, to manipulate
One version, one facet – never more.
Encouraged to capitalize on the unsuspecting,
Seize. Extract more, it’s all for us.

I’ve been deceived

For every right,
Two wrongs
Or three
Four, five

We are lost in ourselves, no longer aware.
However I perceive this, and I find the panacea-
Obliterate the virus and heal the delicate cell. Simple.

Mother Nature, resume your course.
Saved from this swollen blip of interruption
Provoked by our greedy confused virus.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]


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