"My Heart Hurts": A Poem
by D Shannahan
My heart hurts
For the scars on the earth.
Known as streets,
Sidewalks and curbs.
Metal and iron,
Defyin the gift of life-
Sword sharp and cold,
Like the soul-less insides.
We cry a dry tear
For injustice we don't hear.
My heart hurts for the children
With no parents near.
Born into a world
With a culture of fear.
And just as a deer,
We are hunted far and near.
Although we may wear
Different clothes,
Different egos...
Tell me i'm crazy if we don't know
We breathe the same air.
We pay the same fare
On the bus to get where
We need to go-
Oh, we don't know
We walk the same sphere?
The same toxins appear -
In our bodies.
In the lobbies-
We all must bear the wait-
Though the weight we bear seems arbitrary.
The high, though great is temporary.
The life that's made a commissary;
It seems to me, It's not all merry.
Since I've had nothing,
Something is plenty.
If I can do one thing,
My love I'm sharing.