Heartache

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my heart hurts
that our streets are filled
with a quiet sense of dread
I watch hope dying while fears are fed
and people that I thought I knew
just wash their hands and walk away
or buy into the promises made,
the broken oaths
laced with fables and lies,
no evidence of doing what’s just or right

my heart hurts
that our homes are filled
with anger and division and pain,
that we still have to talk about gender and race
because we aren’t all treated the same
and that’s not okay

my heart hurts
for the lost things, lost lives, lost loves,
for the childhood homes washed out to sea,
that all people have left are memories,
and still, some hesitate to help,
too concerned with themselves

my heart hurts
because we continue to pull apart
instead of pushing together

my heart hurts
because we are better than this

we have to be better than this

Breath of Words© 10/3/17

art: Crystal Lake

 

Stand or Fall

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Photo from Google images – Pink Floyd “Hey You” lyrics

War in the streets,
and a fight breaks out.
We hear the loud
screams and shouts.
And no one knows
what it’s about.
“Just a couple of
troubled ones hanging around.”
But, aren’t we all troubled?
Aren’t we all wanting
all the answers we know
just aren’t coming?
We question the rights
of the proud and the few.
We doubt intentions.
We play fools.
We don’t take the time
to gather the facts.
If we are pushed,
we automatically push back.
To come so far,
we now retrace our steps.
We’re going backwards,
to what we’d left.
If we can’t work together,
we can’t rise tall.
We must stand united,
or together we’ll fall.

By Breath of Words 11/14/14

This is an old piece, originally posted elsewhere. Re-posting here because I felt it was relevant to everything going on.