April 7, 2017
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What do I tell?
What do I tell the wind, what do I say to the sky when there is no love on this earth?
I can feel the comfort of the breeze when it touches my eyes, I can tolerate the seeming benevolence of the sky above~
But what do I tell my heart when it tries to reach out and touch the softness of some rosy cheeks,
But pull my hand away --- the cheeks, they have no life in them.
Do I tell my heart,
That there is no love on this earth?
How do I hold the babies who fight to take a breath, or half a breath
When their little bodies convulse from poison?
Why is it that I cannot comfort a young father holding his dead twins, one in each arm--
Whispering tender goodbyes to them as he buries them beside their mother?
Injustices of ages come to roost on innocence
The world watches, and a
A tyrant shrugs his shoulders.
I pray, please God, let my eyes see your retribution!
Zakiah Sayeed ©
Comments (14)
So heartbreaking the images you give me in this poem. I have to believe in justice - if not in my time then in the fullness of God's time...
Yes, I believe, in the end, God will make the crooked things straight again. Blessings.
By the way, I love the profile picture!
Such a heartbreaking thing! Your words express some of the sorrow. I leave today for vacation, so will be in touch when I return.
I feel as if all the progress we've made since the Reagan era has now been erased, and we'll have to begin all over again making this country the great America that it was just a few months ago!
@murisopsis: We are going through such rough times in history Val! What can you say, and if you say anything, who will listen?
@mcbery: I am hoping for that.
@ata_grandma: Have a good vacation Gracia.
@slmret: For sure! Everywhere I turn, I see such madness! I don't know where humanity is headed.
@ZSA_MD: I thought of you once again today, with the events in San Bernardino. This was not a Muslim-driven killing, but equally sad. I can't imagine witnessing a murder-suicide and killing of 2 others, let alone as a special needs child or the classroom across the hall. And I can't imagine the panic of the parents subjected to the confusion of where their kids were or where they should be in order to be reunited with them. How terribly sad a day it has been, again!
I came to Xanga today after a very long time ... and saw this poem and loved the way you have expressed all that we feel and can't say half as well. Love your paintings. Will make note to visit here more often and not just check FB.
Like bangalorebeauty, it's been too long since I've visited. Glad you've left this poem up. It captures the miserable situation the world is in. (But I hope the absence of recent posts doesn't imply that you're unwell. I want you to be well!)
@bangalorebeauty: Thanks Manu.
@twoberry: I am well Bob. Thank you for the concern. Just so very busy. And I honestly do not know how and where my day goes. I have such good intentions of writing daily as I used to, but every night I think "god, another day gone.!" Hope you and Barb are doing well. Lots of love to both of you.
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