Lives are always lost,
that’s nothing new,
we just go on again,
face a new day,
let the sunlight brighten
our lovely sunroom.
Just don’t turn on the news,
stay away from the internet,
water your flowers,
hold court with your pets,
read a newspaper … wait,
only the comics today.
Stay away from the front page,
because the people are dying,
those lives that lived with happiness,
today are bleak and they will cry,
they will shed tears,
until they no longer
can imagine where another
will run its course slow
along a red swollen cheek.
~
I know that we are a world
that forgives the pain
we bring upon one another,
but what about the others.
What about those we
will never ever know who
die.
There’s a child running outside
whose parent will die tonight,
and he’ll never understand why,
just, that, well, that’s how we live.
~
But over here we don’t …
live that way I mean.
We water our plants,
bring the shades down
a little privacy on a sunny day,
romantic as hell.
That’s not any hell we can ever
know in the direct fire of war.
Unless, finally one day,
we realize somehow,
we are all related and responsible.
We are all part of the problem,
the human race; hearts will cry.
I was thinking along these lines today (and often) how blessed we are to have one simple thing we take for granted, our safety. Every one deserves to feel that, especially children. And, yes, more importantly, we are not acknowledging our relationships and responsibilities in connection to war and a host of other global problems. Thank you for writing this powerful piece!
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thank you Kate – I always appreciate your feedback!
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A beautiful heartfelt poem.
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