feral children…

feral children

child of what god
wanders these streets
with only death
as a companion
abandoned by all mercies
now
descendants of fear
but
once they were held
so tenderly
in parents’ arms
tears could find no place
to fall within their small hearts
now
descendants of fear
death’s
unseen dark hand
has stolen love
and all their dreams
leaving them homeless
abandoned by all mercies
where
will they now find love
who’ll
take their hands
and wipe away
tears of sadness
offer hope’s prayers
answering child of what god

physician heal thy self…

armed and dangerous2

aunt bea
said
i just finished watching
one america news
perhaps it’s
just me
but
does it strike
you
as strange
that
the political party
that wants to cut funding
for healthcare
and
says
less government
is better
is wondering
why
more
wasn’t done
to stop ebola
and
if that ain’t enough
a state
where
being independent
is lauded
suddenly
has a governor
that can’t take
a leadership role
in preventing
the spread of disease
in his own state
and
then suggest
that he should be
president
of the whole nation
now there’s
a prescription
for disaster

the last day…

the last day

so much easier
to sleep
when the rumble
of death’s traffic
is further
down the road
the occasional
flickers of light
through windows
like the passing of friends
serve as a reminder
but only disrupt
the social slumber
ever so slightly
but
now
sounds grow stronger
each night
as if
life
has detoured
death
closer to my door
vibrating
and
loosing thoughts
once firmly placed
on memory’s shelf
creating
belief’s disarray
and
dusty fears
that make it
hard to sleep
as if
repose
is
a waste
of time

right–not your fault…

righ-not your fault

tearful eyes
staring back
at yesterday
as if
an apology
should be offered
refusing
to accept
any responsibility
for behaviors
instead
claiming
to have been
coerced
or
worse yet
a mere puppet
of fate
now
on bended knees
offering up prayers
for tomorrow
with the same
conviction
to responsibility
as had
for
yesterday