Sotto Poet Poet Free verse

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Grieving People

They fled their land to find safety
instead, they found
cruel life wherever they lived
They've lost everything
because they're that way
Their aspirations crumbled
and they lost all their aspirations.

Something I strive
to be among the shattered
in honor of the broken
Thinking about all tears that would be shed
their world caves over them
their optimism turned into terror.
   
I wish to be with splintered people
the face-to-face challenge, people
the unseen, unheard, uninvolved
The type who strives to lurk in shadows
couldn't you trust me?
 
Why do they need not be alone?
Why must they weep to sleep?
All hope is lost to them
only darkness prevails
Alas, act in a purely unfazed manner 
not having everything handy
They attempt to comprehend.
leaving from one paycheck to another
cheering and clapping sans graceful motions.

They weep until their eyes dry.
entirely on their own,
they can only wish for brighter days.
when they could find solace
As their emotions hardened into stones.

I am neutral about skin color
or their perceived sin
or their need to be flawless to win
I start with sight and sound
despite aspects or ground
should never be, where they're found.
 
Modern stupidity in innocence
stupidly that shoves them to survive
Fair pretense and pure all
illuminating blind minds
Luminousness of noble ideals
may aid the underprivileged
or bless, the broken-hearted. 

To heal their wounded souls
to bestow hope to the desperate
to promise salvation
to wipe away their tears.
 
I am overwhelmed by such a plight
who can grasp their insight?
or even sense being near the site
they may offer love I could not bestow.

Ultimately, we are all flawed
suffocating, we stagger
costumes and snob jokes
Victims of other people's poking
no one's heart is empty.

Complexity creeps into our minds
may rush if others approach
each unspoken and broken
For the sake of finding
excluded role hiding
cruel passion ridding
Need to see well where you're sitting?
 

Written: October 22, 2022

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Demetrios Trifiatis October 23, 2022 at 6:56 AM This is a compassionate poem that shows the depth of your kind heart, my dearest friend, Lasaad. Please, do not wish to be in their shoes. When I, legally, immigrated to Canada, although they treated me very well, still the difficulties I had to face were enormous for I knew nobody and couldn't speak the languages, and couldn't find a job. However, what I became in life, I owe to Canada, Unfortunately, other countries are treating immigrants in an inhuman way. A FAVE for me. Blessings. Sotto Poet October 23, 2022 at 8:01 AM Hello there, my friend Demetrios, and many thanks for the kind comment and the Fave. I can relate to what you're saying; I ran into difficulties when I first arrived in the United States, but now that I understood how things operate, I've been able to improve my family's circumstances significantly; my children have all gone on to successful careers and prestigious universities. You're right that we needn't rely on outside help; rather, we should go our own way.

Valsa George October 22, 2022 at 10:05 PM I sense your compassionate heart, sensitive to the suffering of the downtrodden. While some splurge in riches, others wallow in poverty and need. If the world is a little more understanding and considerate, much of this suffering can be alleviated. A poem making us ponder on what we can do to improve the sad situation.

Vijay Pandit October 22, 2022 at 4:16 PM A poem of compassion my friend. Your poem gives voice to the ones down on their luck.

Anne-Lise Andresen October 22, 2022 at 1:53 PM - Poor and rich ... such big differences in the world ... we see them every day in every country ... terribly sad, Las - hugs

David Kavanagh October 22, 2022 at 12:35 PM Really is a difficult one to address Lasaad, I see them every day, some are genuine and good people who fell on on hard times, others are professional beggars who choose this as a lifestyle, (complexity creeps into our minds) but only by observing over a period of time you get to know who’s who, and can help accordingly, your poem is good as is your will, from where I’m sitting, evocative piece, cheers David