i am anguished
angry withindisenchanted
disheartened
disgusted
observing
the incomprehensible
daily, ugly words are spoken and writtenso much ignorance
unmitigating human insensitivity
why so much uncaring
so many hungry
so many hurting
we choose to kill
rather than
save lifechoose to hate
rather than understand
if we wish to correct or try to speak up
we are
scolded:“…if you don’t like this country then leave,
…we like the mire we live in, we like our guns,
…the government is our enemy so we don’t vote
…we are a country of rules and laws
…if I don’t like you, you’re not following my rules,
and your breaking my laws
i must use my gun or prisons i built
…i’m a Christian because i go to church for an hour on Sundays
…everybody in america should be a Christian?
..Jews and Muslims should convert, force all those other
fake religions to self deport
then we'd all get along with our own kind,
...then we'd have our own President not a Kenyan
america, can we learn a different dance, ok?
* for Marian@ imaginary garden with real toads:
* for Marian
I hear you, my friend. It is hard to rise above all of that crap and remember Spirit, Beauty and Truth. But it is there, still, even on days when it is near impossible to find. Well expressed - you nailed it.
ReplyDeleteThe tune we dance to matters! First, it seems, we each have to realize we are dancing. Powerful poem, Marcoantonio.
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ReplyDeleteindeed we should learn a very different dance! very apt reflection, thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is a powerful statement, Marco and I applaud you for stating your viewpoint so boldly, despite the fact that it could be controversial.
ReplyDeleteOh, how I wish we could learn a dance other than the Stomp It All Beneath the Hobnail Boot dance that this nation tends to favor. Of course I've wished this for a long time. This country has taken a far right turn in the wrong direction during the past 20 years.
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