3rd Place Winner of round 12 of Whispers of the Soul. A World being made new. |
Written for Human Rights Day 12/10/14. Human Rights Aren't human rights for everyone? Not to be determined by another whether you prosper or fail, live or die? Is Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness the right of only a select few? Is joy the dream of even a lesser few? Happiness does not thrive in starving children too weak to stand. Who will stand for them? Why do we exile and revile the homeless and the poor? Why do we turn away? Do they remind us that we too are but one paycheck away from the streets? How would you feel carrying your life in a shopping cart with no money for food? How would you feel to have laid your life on the line, only to be left alone on the streets of the country you served? Let’s no longer tolerate discrimination violation servitude and slavery torture with its tyranny. Let’s no longer fear those who are different. Should you be smoked for lifting a pack of smokes? Does a death sentence fit the crime? Let’s no longer ignore those living in exile within themselves, imprisoned by others who think they can play with women and children, toys to be tossed away once broken. Let’s not shoot young girls in the head for wanting an education. Automatic fire gunsmoke in the air the killing fields have come to town, now in frantic classrooms under empty desks and chairs. Columbine, Sandy Hook. Rest in peace. Virginia Tech, Peshawar. Rest in peace. Freedom is the way! Not a path to choose as a shattered world is terrified as dignity is buried in mass graves. Mexico. Students merely thinking of protesting. Rest in peace. The Ukraine. Numbers unknown. Rest in peace. Aren’t we craving freedom from the wrenching pain? Aren’t we hungering for the courage to join for freedom? Isn’t it time to raise our voices and rise above the deafening sound of heartless terror? Shall we hide from our own eyes the projection or reflection of the poverty and oppression residing within our own souls? Freedom is the way as our world is awakening. A world struggling in chaos as it glimpses an endless sea of possibility. A world awakening to see its own reflection in its own eyes in its humanity in everyone in me. 3rd Place Winner of round 12 of "Invalid Item" I read this poem at several venues. A list of my open mic poetry readings is here "Open Mic" Line count: 114 lines Form: Free verse Written for Whispers Of The Soul Poetry contest due 11:59pm WDC time Dec 31, 2014. Prompt: December Special Days December 10th; Human Rights Day
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