Social issues are like
Bug splatters on your windshield
You don’t care that a life was snuffed
All you care is that
There’s a little smudge in the corner of your
8ft square crystal clear glass
Through which you view the world
You hit the wipers
Try to eliminate it because
Why wouldn’t you?
Why wouldn’t you try to forget the thing
That is disgusting to you?
Why wouldn’t you erase it from your mind?
The splatter was there once,
a homeless man on a corner
that you happened to walk right past without a glance
and then, it was gone
because you walked into a coffee shop a block over
and met your friend to enjoy a hot beverage and chat,
catching up maybe?
What did you talk about?
Where you’re going in life?
How college is going?
So many topics that your walk over seems miles away,
it didn’t even hold on for enough seconds in your mind to imprint into your
And the splatter is wiped clean.
Sometimes the splatter smears though,
sometimes it spreads across your field of vision
until you can’t look past it.
It’s right in your field of view.
It’s your sister, who’s pregnant, and has to give up her child
because she doesn’t make enough wages to even support herself.
No access to birth control, no access to abortion,
but the state believes that A Life is a Group of Cells.
It’s your grandmother who died before you were even born
because she couldn’t obtain health insurance
to support her cancer treatments
and now the only memory of her that lives
resides in the brain of your mother
who cries for hours
on the anniversary of her death
and refuses to see anyone
until the next day.
It’s the boy that rummages through trashcans a block down from where you live
that grows up hating his country
because it left him parentless, penniless,
and caring for his younger siblings.
Living a hard life struggling to get by
because people voted “NO” to government subsidies for his type
They Said “People Should Work For Their Money”
They Said “No One Gets Good On Handouts”
And now he Hates.
And that hate stirred in his chest until he found an outlet
An outlet that plugged straight into the barrel of an Automatic Assault Rifle
that he walked into a mall with
These smears streak and stain.
and not even fifty wiper passes
will eliminate them
If you ignore them
until fifty thousand bugs fly and splatter into your window
they build up.
And then you crash.