Thoughts on a Treadmill

So a few days ago, I was at the gym.

I was on the treadmill warming up,

about a half mile in, when ... WHAMMO ...

like a sack 'o hammers!

I paused the machine, ran to the office,

borrowed pen and paper, walked another mile

and penned this little number ...

Thoughts on a Treadmill

by Lyn Marinello

I am walking barefoot atop a picket fence;
trying to keep my sanity, in a world that makes no sense.
Right is very left and wrong is almost right.
Conversation's waning. Everything invokes a fight.
Like nails upon a chalkboard, misinformation strikes a nerve.
An entire generation, stands waiting for all they 'deserve'.
Authority and elders, chivalry and respect,
have fallen into disrepair from decades of neglect.
Things are upside down. Life seems inside out.
The quiet voices in my head do nothing now but shout.
Immediate expectations. Cell phone judge and jury.
Stomping feet and rioting. Simple reactionary fury.
Due process isn't processed. Public opines judge accused.
Calamity is natural. Nature is abused.
Vague and leaning headlines do nothing but conspire
to jump on a bandwagon, though it's assuredly on fire.
Is there an answer? A common ground on which to meet?
Or has the chasm grown too large? Is the vile animosity replete?