Subvert

**I submitted two poems to The New Yorker. This is one of the two. I obviously was rejected but I can say with pride I was rejected by The New Yorker.***
There is an evil rot within
leaching from the heart
any illusion
that there remains some good.
Time and time again
it has been proven
that society has become doomed
trading away
ethics
morals
basic humanity.
Twisting and subverting
with each falsehood told
embraced
with zeal
religious fevor
becoming the very demon
decried as the enemy.
We have failed.
We have lost our way.
One by one
we have been corrupted
by lies
by slight of hand
and the tears that are wept
fall between the cracks
in this desert land.
©Feb. 23/18
Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash

Forgotten

**The above picture is mine taken at Matlock Beach Manitoba last summer**
I wander through streets
littered with debris.
I see children with hollow eyes
scavaging in the gutters.
I see women who have given up hope
who must use their bodies
solely so they can feed their children.
Those same children I watched
catch and kill a rat,
than cook it over an open flame.
I see men
so disillusioned with the world
that the smell of alcohol
seeps from their very pores
as they self-medicate.
Pride has been stripped from the people
dignity has been unraveled
in place a pious disregard
by others in the human race.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen