Collateral Damage, a poem

You hear it so often
the words of peace
in a song
in the lilting words
of a poet
or on a banner
by passionate soul
or by those who
the avid crowds
and march
the streets
in protest
or those who
strive in hunger
to speak
the words
that no one
wants to hear.
Why is it so hard
for those
who have –
to share
good fortune?
To guide others
on the path,
yet steep,
to hold
the hands
of those in need
to find within
their stony hearts
desire for peace?
Instead, they only
understand . . .
that they want more
of what they have.
Everyone else
~ is just ~

© Sumyanna 2015


Submitted for The Daily Post Prompt: avid

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An older poem whose truths have grown more over the passing of time…


5 Comments Add yours

  1. This is beautifully written and is very meaningful.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much Robbie. I wrote this quite a while ago, but as time passes I find it is ever so relevant.

      Liked by 1 person

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