We will take your child,
Take your parents and home,
White supremacy,
None are outside its domain,
On this cruel first day of school
Tag: Poetry
For the Weary One
I look for your light,
You must be weary yet too,
Here, my light, for you
Alabaster Anger
My thoughts and prayers are held captive,
By a sickness,
An ailment that will never be named
Though it’s alabaster anger
Terrorises our days,
we can do nothing but weep,
As we think,
And pray
Spiritual Knot
I need the tools,
The skills,
To untangle the spiritual knot,
That gets tangled,
Each time an atrocity comes to be,
Each time evil shows it’s face,
Teeth bared
This is why I am on this path,
To gain and use the learned,
For more than just my own
The Idle Bleeding Heart
I cannot help
But think
Of all the hurting
In the world,
My bleeding heart overflows,
My mind searches,
For solutions,
My hands for a task that may bring
A greater peace,
But I am left idle,
Unable to accommodate,
Unable to find a means,
Identify a way,
To use this vessel
To help heal the world,
My words will serve as record,
Of the hearts that bled,
That lives were not forgotten,
That many of those who did “nothing”,
Did not abandon cause,
They searched within their means,
And though made weary
never completely tired of fighting
The machine
Her Light
Thought of him
And the poetess lights up,
By starlight she feverishly crafts her song,
Of, for, inspired by
Her muse, her light
She of Letters 