I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
Do we deserve
What we get
Awful people
Full of hate
Surrounded by family
And sycophants
Living fruitful lives
So many dream of
While those
With nothing
But open hearts
Are reaching out for
Nothing more
Than hope
Love
Support
Only to be held down
With no life jacket
To keep them from
Drowning
In this world
This life of
Chaos and turmoil
Of hate and intolerance
What else is to be done
Take one last breath
Let the current take us
You made your decision
I may not understand why
But I forgive you
Whatever happens
You are my blood
You are my community
You are my country
I will continue to hope
I will continue to fight
To protect all that we are
All that we can be
You are my
Brothers and sisters
I love you
I hold you in my heart
I fight for you
I forgive you
If you know someone
Who is living
In a different place
Than the place you are today
Open your eyes
Open you heart
And listen
To what they have to say
They see the pain
They see the war
They see the hurt
We feel each day
What can we do
But vote
And fight
And eventually pray
To believe
There is hope
In the world
Either way
They see we
The U.S. struggle
With decisions
We make
Everyday
But hope that we
Can find a way
Can find away
To believe in what we say
All we have
Is our hope
And the love
That which we pray
For
All who need
And want
The help of the USA
A bitter taste
Destroying beauty
People that kill
People who die
Children who wake
From gunshots outside
Families afraid to
Send their children to school
Blood soaked clothing
Of mothers whose
Sons have died in their arms
Guns in the hands
Of the innocent and nefarious
Bombs dropped
Bloodshed in the name of God
Wars for power, land, oil, greed
Mother’s without children
Babies without families
Nations without trust
Humans without Love
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Hope endures faintly
Children are crying
Screaming aloud
Blood is scattered
Spread throughout
Pain and sorrow
All around
Loud sounds
Screeching through the air
Bullets flying
Children dying
Guns are given
Out like toys
Babes in arms
Little girls and boys
Violence is the only way
Grab the children
Seize the day
A world torn apart by
Those with no color
Color is beauty
Life its canvas
A rainbow of people
Live
Love
Exist
In a world
Afraid of color
BW©️
With the tears of joy
Her eyes sting pleasantly
Overwhelmed by
The birth of a child
A beautiful poem
A great work of art
People loving one another
With tears of pain
Her eyes burn in anguish
Overcome with sadness
The death of children
The hate in the world
Cities burning to the ground
Aspirations fading
With tears of hope
Her eyes embrace the pain
Trusting the world will recover
And love will flourish
BW©
B.A. Wilcox © 