A Poet Is A Tortured Soul.
A Poet Is A Tortured Soul.
A poet is a tortured soul,
in the world at large
that often tarnishes his or her ideals.
It forces one to bend words
that are usually of great beauty
into the ugliest of truths.
Third trimester babies
forcefully expelled from wombs
because each infant faces
little chance at life....
or the mother herself
I held my son
seconds after birth
not much different from those
who rot in tiny coffins.
I cannot comprehend it all ending there.
I saw my own eternity in his blue eyes
gazing upward in curious awe.
But I cannot question God
he does not answer
these tiny lips wrenched into O's
as months of nurturing become
burnt offerings to
the necessary tragedy
of life extinguished.
And I cannot grasp the denial
of such a well off society as ours
refusing to grant health care
to "All" who are in need .......
simply because they are illegal immigrants??
Our forefathers were all illegal immigrants
fleeing the persecution of their faiths,
their freedoms and the tyranny of oppression.
How does anyone look into a three year old
innocent Mexican child's,
dark brown and beautiful eyes,
who is in desperate need of treatment
and say I'm sorry, we can't afford to help you.
Ah, but we don't have to, we remain quite distanced
from their pain and eventual tragedies.
And what about all of the inner city children
who cannot get a doctor's care,
Did not some of our same forefathers
drag the ancestors of these needy kids
over to America in chains enslaving them?
Don't you think some health care
for their great, great, great, great grandchildren
would be a nice way to erase some of that travesty.
And What Of War,
I always believed that I should
fight and even die for my country,
but that was before the false pretenses of
weapons of mass destruction,
no exit strategies, men rushed to war
without armor for them or their vehicles,
with troops maimed and killed as a result
and others left there for two, three, four terms,
In the wrong country, simply to hang one man
who was not part of the 9/11 horror.
All this while the maggot pig who was guilty
continued to mock and send videos to America.
Add in the torture, Haliburton, Blackwater,
and the truth that the war was really about
simply gaining a foothold in the Middle East
to protect oil interests.
Suddenly my former patriotism is shredded
like the flesh of our soldiers
under the endless onslaught of
one I.E.D. after Another.
4, 432 Men and thousands more maimed for life
While Bin Laden still masterminds
skirmishes all along the Pakistan border
and the bush administrations simply dumped
the whole badly mishandled mess
into Obama's lap unresolved.
Then the tea baggers have the audacity
to constantly criticize Obama for any and all
of his actions or lack of action.
HYPOCRISY Runs Rampant.
it is a fatal disease eroding the very fiber
of our country.
Thus I have decided with a heavy heart...
Not my son,
he will never be sacrificed in some useless war,
destroyed in some vast extension of bushes insanity.
And I come from a family that has always been Marines.
Yes I would like to write
of the rainbow luminescent
flashes of a hummingbird
savoring a Morning Glory's sweet nectar,
or the exquisite beauty found
just beneath her eyelids ascending
after a first kiss.
But poets are a tortured lot,
whose muses are most often
sympathetic to the pain and woes
of the world in which we inhabit.
And so I must paint more ugly,
and most likely half of those
reading this will not have reached
even this far.
Because the truth is excrutiating
it destroys what folks would like to believe.
so they simply blame the next guy in office
and pardon the last.
They mock the Noble Peace prize,
that he will truly be earning....... the hard way.
They paint him as a witchdoctor, a Hitler
a destroyer of America.
They follow party lines and radio lunatics
spewing lies that are easier to believe
than the actual facts of what the last eight years
has wrought in the souls of poets
and in the hearts of the masses........
a nation torn asunder.
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