Cry, America

In the confusion 
so confounding, A Confliction, everyone’s conviction - to voice, to reason,

and 

nothing 

changes.


A man was murdered today in the streets,
Tomorrow, next week, 
next month a shooting-

a school, a grocery shop, holiday parade.

Why is it that we must die for your injustice? 
You corrupt politician! Faithless practitioner! 

Sandy Hook was a tragedy,
Look at Robb Elementary,
twenty twenty-two.
Nineteen tiny coffins, 
two teachers - our modern heroes.

A far right constipation! Begone, truth!
Up is done, left is right, sideways always!
Gather arms, gather arms! 
Second amendment! Second amendment!

Cry, Constitution! 
Founding Fathers! 
Cry, oh America!

We, the land of the Despairing, 
and the robbed - 

Raise a cry for those gone too soon,
Raise a cry for the childless mothers.
Raise a cry for the tired and the scared,
The hurting, the bruised, beaten.

Raise a cry for the confused, 
the misinformed, spoon fed fool.

Witness our bleeding hearts!
Tears! Let them fall!
Cry, oh America!
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Agustin Avatar
January 27, 2023 at 6:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you.
McBride  Avatar
January 25, 2023 at 5:21 PM
Sadly this seems to be what the media and government division wants, The famine of the word of God , leaving people running around as beast
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