Who Asked for It…

This age
that demands
no understanding?

In fact, it asks
to turn the other way.
Two thousand years since
the birth of Christ, a long history
of bloodshed in the name of acquisition,
(no mention of ascension) Resources committed
to war. A fat man with a bad haircut,( make that two,)
holds us hostage to a meaner way.

No room
for beauty, much
less sense. Songs of peace
have a tinny sound. The storms come,
the walls fall. What is loved best endures.
Illusion is a mirror, silver peeling. Distortions
of victory and remorse. Bend over friend, We get
what they ask for.

10 comments

  1. Hi Francina,

    Sometimes I think there is still hope and sometimes I wonder.

    In truth, I feel that we will find our way back to sense and sensibility
    but it does seem like a long trip.

    My thanks to you for all you do to make this a better world. It helps!

    Sarah

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  2. HI Sarah

    Such a powerful and truthful poem!! I agree with totally with your perspective here. We have one madman threatening to blow us up on the Korean peninsula and another who throws “fire and fury” threats in the nations’ House. Both fueled by ego and ambition not considering the best for their people. Your words ring intensely in these lines —

    In fact, it asks
    to turn the other way.
    Two thousand years since
    the birth of Christ, a long history
    of bloodshed in the name of acquisition,
    (no mention of ascension) Resources committed
    to war. A fat man with a bad haircut,( make that two,)
    holds us hostage to a meaner way.

    Our planet is burning and raging back. Nature is trying to warn us but our politicians and other corporate idiots don’t listen. It’s allow about sustaining might and showing off who is more powerful. A very dangerous game to play. Indeed, “illusion is a mirror” and its silver is peeling”.

    Wonderful poem!
    Wendy

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  3. Wendy,

    I almost didn’t post this one for fear it might be offensive. Then I decided that I believe it so emphatically
    that I might burst if I didn’t. Your response makes me ever so glad I did. Many thanks to you!

    Sarah

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  4. Sarah, the poet always takes the chance, always has to speak the truth the heart must hear. “What is loved best endures.” I like the way “best” can be read as an adverb for both “loved” and “endures.” The poem shouts, begging for something rational, something less like schoolyard “who can bully better?” Sad that it takes fires and hurricanes to calm the noise a few days. Thank you for voicing the hard thing.
    ptc

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  5. I posted this run-on with MSS’s “My Personal Charlottsville” and decided I liked it.

    I probably won’t live long enough to see the total annihilation of the America I know, but to the “base” of

    misinformed or uninformed or morally deprived that this “Make Fascism Great Again” reality show is attempting to

    keep up the ratings with – please turn off your sets – I have grandchildren and you are the problem.

    craig

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  6. ‘I probably won’t live long enough to see the total annihilation of the America I know”

    Craig.

    I pray that none of us do, but the possibility looms. Thanks for reading my poem
    and for taking time to comment.

    Sarah

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  7. Sarah, the world is a sorry place on so many levels. We live in hope that things will come full circle and that peace will eventually reign. A powerful,write.

    Regards,

    Maryse

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