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Black Friday, Dark Day

Black Friday, Dark Day

You are coming. 
I checked the ads. 
I am ready. 
Wait?

No one needs, 
anything. 
Homeless…
are on the streets. 
Vets, without care. 

Angel moms that…
never stop crying. 
Angel fathers lost
between vengeance, 
and the effort, 
of forgiveness. 
not possible. 

Pray for the ones, 
trying to buy their way out, 
of the box, 
the coffin they built, 
from the skeletons of babies, 
carved from the bodies 
of the stupid, the lost
and the dammed. 

It matters not what color, 
all are dead.
More will follow still… 
All gifts from God, 
rejected by the least 
deserving. 

Don’t pass the Angel Tree at the mall. 
spread cheer if you can, 
as there are still little ones, 
left, in need.

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Jennifer Proxenos November 29, 2019 at 1:45 PM Your poetry is so different - I so enjoy it, so down to earth and full of wonderful love that you spread on soup! Hugs and blessings Ann, Jennifer. Ann Foster November 29, 2019 at 2:29 PM I am humbled by your kind words... Prayers for the best of days to you... each and every one. Ann

John Gondolf November 29, 2019 at 10:15 AM A beautiful message, Ann, we must never forget the less fortunate people in our communities and in the world. Happy holidays my friend. God bless. John Ann Foster November 29, 2019 at 12:15 PM Blessings on your days... all of them... Ann

Gershon Wolf November 28, 2019 at 7:46 PM This poem hits me in the heart. I tithe my income, but could do so much more. Thanks for the wake-up call, Ann. Blessings, Gershon Ann Foster November 29, 2019 at 8:46 AM Your kindness always shines with your words and more loudly the spaces in between. Your heart is big my friend, no doubt... heavens sing... and people are changed... rippling the waters (lakes of still beauty) of forever... Ann

Caren Krutsinger November 28, 2019 at 5:14 AM "Pray for the ones, trying to buy their way out, of the box, the coffin they built, from the skeletons of babies, carved from the bodies of the stupid, the lost and the dammed. " You have captured my feelings exactly! Happy Thanksgiving Ann! Ann Foster November 29, 2019 at 8:44 AM We look up emails and facebook, between abortion pics and christmas trees. It is spooky and makes me angry. No matter what the season... I am clearly pro-life and they send me crazy ads for dead things. ARRGGG... Sorry, black friday, and I have to face a crowd, I had no plan at all... lol... Hugs for your holidays... Ann

Krish Radhakrishna November 28, 2019 at 1:10 AM Very nice Ann. There is room for all of us in this world. Ann Foster November 29, 2019 at 8:42 AM Yes. God Bless Us Every One.... Have a truly joyful holiday. Ann

Quoth Theraven November 27, 2019 at 9:47 PM Ann, A very good poem with an important message. I still enjoy all those that put up the lights. Hope shines in there somewhere for us all. Happy Thanksgiving. -Richard Ann Foster November 29, 2019 at 8:42 AM Have the nicest holiday. Hope is a way better topic... Too many friends breaking apart this holiday It is heart breaking. Ann