Monday, December 9, 2019

...hate filled


how does thou rest when thy soul and its spirit are 
dressed in attire where the shirt is drenched
of angry vile and trouser pockets are filled
with mire, sewn of threads for a coward

thine ears must hear the wailing and the cries
from children’s lacrimal spilling eyes due to
hunger of bellies and broken hearts from
mother’s arms, having been torn apart

is there no shame in thy heart for all the pain
caused and gravity of your actions, for the
tasteless words projecting of thy tongue
to propagate hate filled protractions?

1 comment:

  1. I simply do. not. understand. how ANY thinking human can follow such orders, or condone such cruelty and suffering. 70,000 children suffering, yet life goes on. Everyone should be out in the streets. Things have gotten so horrible people feel overwhelmed, the fight is going out of us when we need to fight the hardest. Thank you for your poem, my friend. Some days all we can do is care. And grieve.

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