Looking all around, seeing what’s happening with our own eyes,
On our land much anger and violent protests that get us nowhere.
Police are on the march, military putting their boots everywhere,
What are people really angry about as they scream and shout,
Signs are raised in the air all over the planet, do they protest life.?
If i don’t laugh about the horrible, rediculous, and senseless games
Then it shall be that i’ll surely cry every night before i drift off to sleep.
Chaos is an epidemic roaming out of control with no end to be found,
Why can no one find a way to get along in this god given world.
Hostile faces live in all races because of mistrust and violation,
If i don’t laugh i’ll surely cry with the fear of bombs in many hands.
I pray that man changes but i fear that time will never come.
Keith Garrett
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Beautiful thought.Great post!
That time will come and is on its way Keith. Thank you for your poem.
Powerful thoughts… Thanks for sharing
Such a cry of sorrow. So much pain. As poets, as artists, we do what generations have done before us. We ask. We cry. We record.
Thank you so much
On Tue, Jun 9, 2015 at 7:40 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Glad I found this one, it is deep with sorrow and transparent at the same time. Very well expressed.
Thanks for reading
On Mon, Jun 25, 2018 at 8:59 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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