I really like this poem by Sue Sable. Not only did she find a ton of rhymes for that “ound” sound, but it really speaks to what I’ve been feeling as I learn about the inequities we endure now and how my parents fought against the same things 50 years ago. It feels like justice is a pipe dream. Even those nuts at the capital are being punished for the insurrection (as they should be!) but the instigator is chilling on the golf course. It’s not right.