My friend, Charles Brady, who is a real poet, wrote this brilliant poem about the Massacre at Bowling Green and our post-truth world. I shall say no more as the poem speaks for itself. Brilliance.
In Bowling Green, the skies were gray,
that winter morn, yet children played,
not knowing of the loss ahead –
that truth would soon be lying dead.
They’d never heard of Lucifer,
but now they knew the MASSACRE!
Strewn about like frozen flakes
were strident facts and alternates,
about the warming days at hand
and courtesies once shared by man.
But ‘mid the mess and snarling curs
was evidence of the MASSACRE.
In Bowling Green there is a sign
to mark the spot where truth went blind.
It simply says “Look hard, my friend
and if you come this way again,
bring a shovel, dig a hole
to bury crap where lies were sold.”
- C Brady