a haibun, prose mixed with haiku
claim denial...
this numbness outside
this anger inside
deny, delay, depose
etched on blood-stained shell casings
gathering dark
one less CEO...
half awake to this Promised Land
grievance-shadowed
A haunting voice echoes in my mind, 'I don't wish anyone harm, but when a CEO routinely brought in revenue of over $100 billion for a health insurance company with the highest claim-denial rate, double the industry average, it's hard to feel sad about his violent death. He spent his life making money by increasing the suffering of everyday Americans. Now, I just follow his lead of indifference.'
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