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** *** **** ***** ****** and so mere words the tenderest of insincere platitudes separate us from the beasts (THEY REASONED) how they circumvent the globe scuttling and searching for lost prayer flags SO SORRY says the barefooted man hanging alone from the rafters NOT LIKE ME says the tired woman sitting resolutely in her seat RENEGADES AND SAVAGES say the ghosts whispering through the blades of the buffalo grass that no longer grows on the lost plains DEFY AND WE DIE says the Irishwoman clinging to her dead children and pointing her bone-finger at the black-potato of English parity NO MORE UNDER THE BOOT speak the eyes of the be-spectacled resolute man wearing swaddling pants sitting in the un-quieted dust of India's trampled streets WE SHALL OVERCOME sing the voices of a people facing snarling dogs and poised hoses in the heated suffocation of the South GIVE ME SHELTER weep the Mothers and Fathers separated forever from their children in gulags near our southern borders THE SLIGHTEST DIFFERENCE cries the young boy blown high into the air --surprised to be able to reach out and touch the face of Allah DIFFERENCES -- HE SCREAMS AGAIN THE BREADTH OF A SINGLE CAMEL HAIR HUMANITY it hissed as it breathed into the the pale pink lungs of the fragile ones AND THEN THE SKY BECAME RED AT MOURNING AND CAME DOWN RUSHING IN TORRENTS A MONSOON OF THE TEARS OF ALL THE BEASTS AND BEINGS IN THE WORLD AND THEN EARTH WAS OVERRUN BY THE FLOOD UNTIL IT AND THEY WERE NO MORE WOE AND SO THAT'S WHAT IT IS ISN'T IT-- SPOKE GOD, SADDENED AND ALTERED THE DIFFERENCES. ***** **** *** ** * LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 3:15AM JUNE 17TH, 2020 TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A HOWELLS AND FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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