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Babel
pondering the depths
of the human spirit
how much can it bear to hold?
beautiful stillness of a childs gaze
rapture of head tilted to sun
the warm embrace of little arms
wrapped around necks
so innocent, so trusting
torn away by bullets
beauty and chaos
hand in hand
she stretches weary arms
searching for answers in light
and dark
where there are things seen
that should never be seen
anguish of parents
who have had their children
taken from them
in the heat of someone else's
mindlessness, madness
where nothing changes
for better
friends standing, kneeling, hiding
behind barricades never meant
for war zones
innocent blood spilled
a teacher wheel chair bound
telling her students
"if there is a gunman
do whatever it takes
to save yourselves,
do Not worry for me.
I will protect you as much
as I am able."
Her students reply,
"We have already decided
we will carry you."
This is America
not some third world country
where we feel we have made claim
to fix or save or abolish
one thing or another
while taking lives ourselves
I suppose in many ways
we should not be surprised
that this has become an inside job
on our own soil
the land of babel
is here
we speak the same language
we are not listening, hearing
eachother
people hide in their bubbles
offering no compassion
no remorse, only
"thoughts and prayers"
greed has reared it's ugly head
what is truly important
has been reduced to
what can I get for it ...
what will fill my pockets
heart and soul have been removed from the equation
the only question
remains is
how hard are we willing to fall ?
-there are days where she feels crushed by the weight of it, of what is happening everywhere .. why does it seem to not matter to so many?
last week, three beautiful souls took their own lives
they could no longer take, feel the pain and burden of losing those they held so dear
to feel powerless, guilty at surviving, PTSD, shame, anguish, anger at nothing being done ...
-i am a puddle-
~The Tower of Babel, oil painting by Pieter Bruegel the Elder, 1563; in the Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna~
of the human spirit
how much can it bear to hold?
beautiful stillness of a childs gaze
rapture of head tilted to sun
the warm embrace of little arms
wrapped around necks
so innocent, so trusting
torn away by bullets
beauty and chaos
hand in hand
she stretches weary arms
searching for answers in light
and dark
where there are things seen
that should never be seen
anguish of parents
who have had their children
taken from them
in the heat of someone else's
mindlessness, madness
where nothing changes
for better
friends standing, kneeling, hiding
behind barricades never meant
for war zones
innocent blood spilled
a teacher wheel chair bound
telling her students
"if there is a gunman
do whatever it takes
to save yourselves,
do Not worry for me.
I will protect you as much
as I am able."
Her students reply,
"We have already decided
we will carry you."
This is America
not some third world country
where we feel we have made claim
to fix or save or abolish
one thing or another
while taking lives ourselves
I suppose in many ways
we should not be surprised
that this has become an inside job
on our own soil
the land of babel
is here
we speak the same language
we are not listening, hearing
eachother
people hide in their bubbles
offering no compassion
no remorse, only
"thoughts and prayers"
greed has reared it's ugly head
what is truly important
has been reduced to
what can I get for it ...
what will fill my pockets
heart and soul have been removed from the equation
the only question
remains is
how hard are we willing to fall ?
-there are days where she feels crushed by the weight of it, of what is happening everywhere .. why does it seem to not matter to so many?
last week, three beautiful souls took their own lives
they could no longer take, feel the pain and burden of losing those they held so dear
to feel powerless, guilty at surviving, PTSD, shame, anguish, anger at nothing being done ...
-i am a puddle-
~The Tower of Babel, oil painting by Pieter Bruegel the Elder, 1563; in the Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna~
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