H.O.W. Humanity One World: I Cry Real Tears
A FEW INTRODUCTORY REMARKS
I will begin by apologizing. I am not a poet. I am not really even a poet-wannabe. I am an essayist for lack of a better description, and the world is a much better place because I have chosen not to write poetry.
Having said that, if I were to be a poet, I picture myself as one of those coffee shop beatniks from the late 50’ and early 60’s, pounding out a heavy message in a smoke-filled room, the murmurings of small groups in the background. I would rant and rage against society and man’s inhumanity towards man. I would be the defender of the environment and I would be the last wall of defense against greed and ego.
If I were a poet, it would sound something like this.
I CRY REAL TEARS
Take a walk with me, dude; I want you to see how things are.
See that baby over yonder? She has fetal alcohol syndrome, man,
and she be hurting something fierce. That stuff is real, man, and just between
you and me, I’d like to beat her mother upside the head. No excuse for that, man, no excuse
and I wonder when it’s going to stop….when will that baby’s last tear be shed? I wonder because
I cry real tears for her.
See that dude over there, the one with the three-piece Armani and
his stock options? Shuckin’ and jivin’, man, all the way to the bank and then
Bermuda, and he don’t see, man, he just don’t see. There is misery around him, but
that misery ain’t apparent in the country club now is it? Can he see it? Can he see as I can see
while I cry real tears?
Fighting for freedom, man, salute the Army, Air Force, Navy and Marines.
We need them, man, they be our sentinels of freedom, and we do crave their skills
but hey, who needs them when the guns are silenced and their tour is over, does
anyone even see them? Do they need help? Well, tough, man, we don’t see them now, even though
they cry real tears.
See the homeless, man, and see the poor? Creating an eyesore you say?
No place for them in society you say? Bad for business you say? What the hell
is the matter with you, man? That one over there was a teacher, and that one a fireman,
invisible now, the great unwashed, steamrolled over by a society on the move, gotta move, no time for
crying real tears.
Parking lots for Paradise, man, and who gives a damn?
It’s all about progress, dude, and you are either with us or against us,
America, love it or leave it, and take your damn spotted owl with you, because
quite frankly, man, it is us or them, and purple mountains majesty don’t pay the bills, so suck it up and
don’t be crying no real tears.
And still I cry, man, I can’t hold back those real tears.
There are too many suffering and too few accepting responsibility
and too few wrapped safely in a cocoon of indifference and what the hell
happens when there is nobody, and I mean nobody, willing to
cry real tears?
From Randi on H.O.W.
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2012 William D. Holland (aka billybuc)