My Red Tree

How long must we continue dear world in the present state in which we are in? Crimes of ignorance and hate surround us and with innocent blood on our hands we turn our backs. Because the ugly truth is too much to bear and voice is silenced in fear that consumes and threatens to swallow the very existence of our lives.

So I tell you this, I am not afraid. Because no matter how we endeavor to smudge the truth from our sight it will remain to rise up and haunt future generations. You cannot deny what is. Your guns are powerful, your hate is worse, and your inability to accept truth condemns you.

For all our power we have learned nothing. We still are unable to see past race, class, gender, or religion, to the heart that lies within, the heart that beats the same as yours the same as mine. How simple is that?

For all our denominations and faith, or lack thereof, and all our so called liberation we yet remain the faithful slaves of a cruel and unmerciful world. While everyone is preoccupied contending so loud for themselves and this country’s due them the pitiful cries of true suffering is obscured and the plea for mercy remains unanswered.

Comprehend this, every race, every religion, and gender has been devoid of rights at one time or another throughout the course of history. The very same history we so strive to ignore and change. And reversing this plight to better our own circumstances only causes us to make the same mistakes we were meant to better ourselves from.

So let us pass the chain to our children to the future. How easy it is, to become the cowards of our own creation. And how difficult for us to stand up and say ENOUGH. So explain to me, after we have all finished doing ourselves in from blind rage, ignorance and fear, what then? What then?

In memory of the innocent, for you I weep.

Does anyone ever wonder
How the other half lives
What ties that bind them
What emotions sway
What makes the mechanisms
Of each individual brain tick
What holds them together
When they have nothing left
How do they feel when they wake
Do they question the choices
Or the lack of opportunities
Are they angry inside
Or does sad and lonely hold them
Do they find themselves asking why
Or do they accept with no expectation
No hope or dream of more
As they wonder
How does the other half live

God wept today
Renting the sky
With a flood
Of soon forgotten tears
The ground trembled
As souls took wing
To a final embrace
Hushed now are the voices
Still becomes the air
Yet numb from fear
What needless loss
Have we witnessed
Will time remember
When the tears
Become extinguished
As the light
Of our mournful dead