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We the People (are too stubborn...)
Cogs within
slowly turn, slowly
brushing away
the dust and cobwebs
which have settled
from years of silence.
These secrets and desires
slowly form, with the doubts
of those who seem to
vomit at the mouth -
not knowing when to stop
before it's too late...
like a bad plot twist in movies.
Still they rise, with each
quieted murmur
behind closed doors,
pain and anguish now apparent
for so many more involved -
because the hints and whispers
weren't enough of a warning,
rose coloured glasses worn in front
of those neon flashing lights.
Falling to knees, we mourn
the loss of friends, family,
and wonder where we went wrong -
while angry chants across channels
demanding change without
willing to compromise, or
the ability to listen to one another.
My heart aches for those
who constantly live in tyranny -
because the system failed them.
The world around us keep changing
for better, for worse, around us
leaving many to wonder when
enough will finally be enough,
and, what we are leaving behind
for our children -
will the world ever change?
The world may never know.
slowly turn, slowly
brushing away
the dust and cobwebs
which have settled
from years of silence.
These secrets and desires
slowly form, with the doubts
of those who seem to
vomit at the mouth -
not knowing when to stop
before it's too late...
like a bad plot twist in movies.
Still they rise, with each
quieted murmur
behind closed doors,
pain and anguish now apparent
for so many more involved -
because the hints and whispers
weren't enough of a warning,
rose coloured glasses worn in front
of those neon flashing lights.
Falling to knees, we mourn
the loss of friends, family,
and wonder where we went wrong -
while angry chants across channels
demanding change without
willing to compromise, or
the ability to listen to one another.
My heart aches for those
who constantly live in tyranny -
because the system failed them.
The world around us keep changing
for better, for worse, around us
leaving many to wonder when
enough will finally be enough,
and, what we are leaving behind
for our children -
will the world ever change?
The world may never know.
Published 27th Feb 2018
Author's Note
My mind continues to race after the Parkland FL shooting. As a mother, I fear for my children as the world continues to spiral.
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