Ann Foster Poet Free verse

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A Good Boy

A Good Boy

My son did not kill anyone. 
He did not rob a store. 
He did not beat anyone up. 
Do you hear me? 
Do you see, my face? 
Am I lying to you... 
or to me? 

Broken homes, 
missing fathers, 
overworked, underpaid, 
desperate mothers. 
A system that breeds contempt
of our fellow man. 
It is a poison, on the land.

How can all be made to see 
the division between us, 
is a wall built by the darkness 
of our every fear.  
It is used against us, 
to beat us, into submission, 
by rank and tally
in the line. 

Our skin...
only a covering. 
Our hearts...
are all the same, 
This world is just a game. 

Reality is forever, 
and it's just a breath away, 
we will need to be ready... 
as we can not stay.

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Caren Krutsinger July 14, 2022 at 7:23 PM This should be printed on billboards "Our skin... only a covering. Our hearts... are all the same, This world is just a game. " where commuters can read it on their way to work in the mornings.

Jeff Kyser July 13, 2022 at 3:15 PM The dissolution of the nuclear family on a societal level is going to be hard to come back from. It's gone multi-generational and I think few can estimate the damage done. Ann Foster July 13, 2022 at 4:11 PM My point. Thank you... your words speak the truth of what is before us. We must all work together. Blessings on your day. Ann