Poetry – Psychological Dust

I have phases of writing poems. This was out of one of those.

PSYCHOLOGICAL DUST

One day xenophobia

will begin to rust.

People will smile

and help each other

And fall about in lust.

They’ll make the world a better place

Solve every problem — just

And hate and war

And nastiness

Will become

Psychological

Dust

OPHER 11.5.98