Wind overpowers most trees after
the storm’s first hour, and a meltdown
of levees and dikes breaches the wall
protecting our town. No street
is spared floodwaters as the town braces
against total destruction. We hope for
desperately needed help, for more
compassion, but we face only chaos.
Source: After Meltdown, Wall Street Braces for More Chaos
(Golden shovel poem based on New York Times headlines)
What is wrong with the old man
Who shoots on sight a teen who
Only rang the doorbell? He was shot
For ringing the wrong doorbell, a teen
Sent to pick up his little brother on
A play date. The teen stood on the porch
And lucky he isn’t dead. His face is the faces
Of all Black boys living with imagined charges.
Source: Man Who Shot Teen on Porch Faces Charges
His online presence is named A.I.
He supplies no religion or race
Or country of origin. He leads
His followers into dreams of tech
Riches, assuring they’ll become giants
In the future. Meanwhile, he offers to take
Control of all followers’ assets, no ethics
Warning allowed, and far too many risks.
Source: A.I. Race Leads Tech Giants to Take Ethics Risks
She knocks on the door of the Middletown IRS,
not sure what she will find. A glittery ball rolls
past her left foot. Did it roll out
of that small hole in the door? She reconsiders the plan
she had been given by Inside Robotic Stories, to
visit the office in this small town, revise
the administrative code to siphon the tax
geared to the mayor and add it to the IRS collection.
Source: IRS Rolls Out Plan to Revise Tax Collection
