all life is precious,
Once I heard some leaves rustling
using the wind as a resource,
Once I saw an ant hustling,
drops it’s food to help the injured,
this should be us.
yet why do I feel this ache in my belly?
All life is precious,
but those who swore to protect, don’t, clearly!
All life is precious,
black or white, high as a king, low as a penny
When I took a remedy called freedom
Why do I feel this ache in my belly?
When royalty abandons it’s own kingdom
Why do I feel this ache in my belly?
when justice isn’t being done.
decades of hope, was it all a flawless facade?
Oh yes, we all have equal rights!,
some still filled with hatred and despair, never to be sincere
Micheal Jackson wrote “We are the world”,
how soon we have gotten ourselves entangled in some obscure delusion.
All life is precious,
Yet why do I feel this ache in my belly?
THE END
Yet why do I feel this ache in my belly?
Hi @dee-y. Your poem was lovely and thought-provoking. I agree with everything you stated. Until bigotry and racism is eradicated in the entire world, we can only sustain ourselves as best we can, ever watchful.
Thanks for sharing your thought in poem. Well done.
I’m glad you were able to relate to the poem, the stance of racial inequality in our society today is just mind numbing. One would think we as a human race should have figured out the power in oneness and unity by now. It’s sad really, when we should see each other as brothers and sisters, but all we see is divide. I want to believe there is hope yet for mankind. Thank you @justclickindiva for your input.