About The Great Society

Men in black jackets on my left

Men in white jackets on my right

A slowly fading awkward light.

I see their world and all its depth.

I see their world and all its breadth.

I neither kneel nor feign a smile.

I don no mask for all that while.

Only certain lives do matter

By their standard on their ladder.

I shall not walk down their dark aisle.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 20 (SMILE)..C Rhyme Line.