Poetry 2014…

 

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Casualties of Times

The homeless cannot sleep on

winter’s cold nights, they gather

around a burning barrel, men,

women and children, forgotten,

shattered and despised; in the

distance a baby cries.  Begging

for food, living on the streets, no

jobs to be found, families no longer

sound.  Government talks end up

in contradictions, poverty is the

prediction.   The spirit freezes,

fruit of labors rot, life squeezes and

struggles persist, bad luck smothering

heart and soul, hope ceases to exist.

Shifting winds turn into storms, will

the world grow wiser, or will it be

humbled and beaten back into servility?

Trust departed, a cardboard box in the

streets is where the homeless make their

beds, hope disappears and the future to

the homeless is dead.

 

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I Am Proud to be an American…

I never use my blog for any posting that is not creative related, yet this latest decision by those we have elected to government is disturbing.  We should remember these difficult times during the elections in this country.

 

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“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

These words still have meaning to me.  However, I continue to wonder why “some” people who run America want to destroy her.  I now look upon our “lawmakers” the same way as I do a schoolyard bully, or spoiled children, if they do not get their way the bully will fight to get it, spoiled children will stomp and scream until they get their way.

I am proud to be an American and yet I am ashamed that I have voted for the people that would destroy my country.  I do not have a solution to all of the problems that this country is facing, but I do know that those who can find a solution should do a better job, that is why we voted for them.

Thank you for allowing me to use my poetry blog to voice my frustration with the lawmakers who would place the American people and those who want to become Americans in harm’s way.  America is a wonderful “Country”, unfortunately we have politicians who are acting like bullies and children.

Ann Johnson-Murphree