Seek Peace And Pray
Miracle Man
10/9/2023
Man can’t get along because of our divergence,
and owing to this we live in constant dispute.
We play the race card and wait for resurgence,
we perpetuate false narratives and often confute.
At each sunrise, seems somewhere, there’s killing,
or taking property that with another does rest.
With thought and malice, blood we’re spilling,
and to get what we want we strike and protest.
We look around and see prophecy being fulfilled,
and know from this that man’s days grow short.
We shed tears and pray for those yet self willed,
for all will face a judgment, held in God’s court.
Matthew 24:6-8
6 and ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet.
7 For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places. 8 All these are the beginning of sorrows.
It angers me to hear this.
I hate to tell you so.
It gets me so frustrated
and I had to let you know.
I didn't donate blood
because I thought that 'they' were white.
I gave my blood to help them...
because I knew that it was right.
When you play the race card
it angers many souls.
Where once there was compassion,
there now are empty holes.
I feel it's not accepted
as just a touch from those who care.
It turns into a 'race thing'
and that just isn't fair.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.