I've decided to use my blog to express my thoughts and feelings about what is happening to our country. That includes some poetry I have written. Mostly I haven't written political poetry, but it seems called for at this time. This one was inspired by a news clip about Aleppo.
As
it rains on a street in syria
The people move slowly; in cold
weather clothing.
They might be strolling except each
adult carries a duffel bag;
Some balance sleeping bags on their
heads;
each child wears a back-pack except
one very small child
who wears a pink hat with a
pom-pom.
It’s clear they are together; but
they spread out from one another.
In the rubble that spreads to the
horizon
shattered apartment buildings reveal
their bones.
The images are on TV and computer
screens,
many showing the violence as it
happens
taken at grave danger for those who
send them.
I witness these refugees and feel
as helpless
as if they were fleeing centuries
ago instead of now,
this very day toward America’s closing
doors.
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