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.

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It forces one to bend words

that are usually of great beauty

into the ugliest of truths.

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Third trimester babies

forcefully expelled from wombs

because each infant faces

little chance at life....

or the mother herself 

could die.

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I held my son

seconds after birth

not much different from those

who rot in tiny coffins.

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I cannot comprehend it all ending there.

I saw my own eternity in his blue eyes

gazing upward in curious awe.

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But I cannot question God

he does not answer

these tiny lips wrenched into O's

as months of nurturing become

medical waste.

burnt offerings to 

the necessary tragedy

of life extinguished.

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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??

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Our forefathers were all illegal immigrants

fleeing the persecution of their faiths, 

their freedoms and the tyranny of oppression.

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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.

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Ah, but we don't have to, we remain quite distanced

from their pain and eventual tragedies.

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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?

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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.

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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, tours

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All this while the maggot pig who was guilty

continued to mock and send videos to America.

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Suddenly my former patriotism is shredded

like the flesh of our soldiers 

under the endless onslaught of

one I.E.D. after Another.

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4, 432 Men and thousands more maimed for life

for Iraq?? 

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HYPOCRISY Runs Rampant.

it is a fatal disease eroding the very fiber 

of our country.

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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 insanity.

And I come from a family t

hat has always been Marines.

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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.

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But poets are a tortured lot,

whose muses are most often

sympathetic to the pain and woes

of the world in which we inhabit.

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And so I must paint more ugly, 

and most likely half of those 

reading this will not have reached

even this far.

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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.

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They follow party lines and radio lunatics

and faux news garbage

spouting and spewing lies 

that are easier to believe

than the actual facts of what decades

have wrought in the souls of poets

and in the hearts of the masses........ 

a nation torn asunder.