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Grandma worked for the Salvation Army, sorting clothes.
She was part of a class called the working-class poor.
On occasion she'd take us shopping downtown.
This was long before downtown went way down.
She would buy my brother and me a toy-maybe a treat.
Today it isn't safe for anybody, not even the chief of police.
Hyper-crazy is spreading on the outbound... unfortunately.
I have a dream of getting an acre or two of pristine.
Immerse myself in wildflowers and Evergreens.
Grandma arose into the forever greens years ago
Brother soon followed.
Alone is spreading like wildfire
Buffalo, New York, was never Green.
children dying in the global south
we cannot drink oil and gas
coral reefs are dying in the ocean
we cannot eat coal and live
species are facing extinction
he keeps filling his vaults while
children starve from hunger
and diseases spreading like wildfire
this poet finds it preposterous
why should i be afraid of the one in wrong?
to say out loud their names-
the one in power and the one pulling the strings,
its a game of power and money-
an endless hunger of greed,
ecosystems collapsing
forests in fire, cracks in the land,
oceans are toxic and storms wrecking havoc
and the cost is the humanity that we must preserve
our own kind keep pushing their agenda, calling this crisis a hoax
people are dying across the globe
we cannot survive from eating coal
Pain, four letters is all it takes.
Such a small word that has such meaning,
It can drive into the most innocent teething,
As we grow old and our bodies break down,
Hidden in the depths of our minds a constant pound,
It engulfs our spirits, souls and our very sanity,
It plays tricks on you, questioning what's reality,
It burns, stings, stabs, even snatching at your breath,
No one is safe from the clutches of death,
It can mean such sorrow, but also immense joy,
The arrival of disease or the birth of a boy,
It's not racist, ageist, sexist no one is safe,
Regardless of your religion or even your faith,
It can linger for a lifetime or pass in a sec,
We still suffer despite today's 21st-century tech,
It can come in so many different forms,
Crashing into your life with the force of a storm,
Starting small then spreading like wildfire,
Its path of destruction it leaves disaster after disaster,
Pain four letters are all it takes,
It sneaks into your life with all its nasty traits,
It's not always visible to the naked eye,
Try not to judge its not necessarily a lie,
The tears come, they stream as we all cry,
Pain there's no escape until we R.I.P and die.
Many years, I’ve seen a lot
Many things, I’ve stood and fought
Evil was there, then and now
Spreading like wildfire, somehow
I sought other kind people along the way
One worked hard and was killed one day
The corrupt organize like a tidal wave
Flooding over those we want to save
Many years, I’ve seen a lot
Various things I certainly sought
It’s more than most people can understand
Always reaching to unite hand in hand
But time rolls on, as it always does
Often not as we expect because,
Free will has taken people to dark places
New actions with unrecognizable faces
My heart will always have a deep ache
But my soul will always try to make
Whatever I can with what I hold
As I walk through all that I see unfold
I’ll keep on hoping that others will see
At least the full truth that will be,
What keeps them safe and at their best
To live to the fullest and find the rest
Many years, I’ve seen a lot
As flashes of wisdom, I have been taught
Heidi Sands
4/30/22
Towards the end of late morning,
As noon was approaching,
And people went about their usual chores
A mighty rush of water
Swept them right off their feet.
No one knew what was happening,
Innocent children drowned
Into the deep depths of the water..
Waves crashed furiously -
The happiness and joys of the morning
Were now plunged into darkness.
There were enormous cloud bursts -
The cause of devastating floods,
Natural landslides,
Gradually spreading like wildfire
To other peaceful areas.
A great statue that once stood tall,
Was submerged up to the neck,
Some survivors clung to it for support,
Trying to locate their lost families,
Others looking for logs of woods
For getting themselves to safety -
The happiness and joys of the morning,
Were now plunged into darkness.
Several villages were sunk,
Others were lost forever,
Thousands of creatures died,
Buildings collapsed - Crashing over vehicles..
Which were to be destroyed by the mighty, strong currents.
The reason for this disaster
Which started off at noon,
Is still unclear to us –
Was Mother Nature upset
Because we disrespect her?
Was She shedding tears
To teach humans a lesson?
Note: This is about the disaster that occured in the Northern part of India in 2013.
Black on Black… you say,
A madness...yes…a brutal truth it is.
The evisceration of pain turned inward,
The observer recoils, head shaking in condescension,
While sucking back an exhale of quiet relief.
But contemplate this—
Would you truly prefer it the other way?
Suffocated anger unleashed with fury.
Our pain, unchained, directed at its true source.
If ever unleashed,
Would you dare brave the cataclysmic storm?
To confront the tempest raging within our souls?
Could you endure centuries of seething rage,
Spreading like wildfire, unstoppable?
No matter the bullet, the rope, the law,
This outcry could not be arrested.
For we know how to fashion a noose as well.
Understand this—
Our silence was never submission,
Nor a display of weakness or fear.
It’s a barricade against chaos,
A protection for us both.
If only you could grasp the tightrope we walk,
The restraint we must bear each day—
If only you knew...
Like many other viruses, they came and they went
But this one is different on so many levels
It mutates, it breeds amidst cultural surrounds
Spreading like wildfire infused in it's revel
Once it hits you, there's simply no turning back
For it's not from this Planet we've now been informed
If you recall the lights in your skies that night
It wasn't just the weather that came with the storm
It wasn't evident when at first we became ill
Rocketing fevers, throbbing's in our heads
Which was only the start for death was to fulfil
It's tearful seeing populations in waiting dread
After a few weeks we thought we're on the turn
But inside we were melting, our organs in decline
Gone was that window that we all hoped and yearned
From notes that I'd written, the end of my bloodline.