Pandemics, and Bigger Problems
Nations— United around toilet paper— But divided by, “I can’t breathe,” And necks pressed down by authoritarian knees— Are misplaced. Politicians— United by crooked systems— Who built fortress walls around The people’s house In order to shut citizens out, Endanger them More than Bodies—united, risking Social distancing, To protest corruption. Minds united By democracy and peace And social justice remedies, Will bring restoration To a nation.
Complex Puzzles With scattered pieces Try to put themselves together, Positioning jagged parts that do not fit. The other bits Scramble to find their places. The alignment isn’t right. Some pieces are too tight, While others simply sit Cast aside, Unused. But a cult-like desire to Be part of the whole, stay – However worthlessly – in place, Keeps the stubborn ones Jamming things up, as part of a collective Belief system, prohibitive To healing progress.
Waterboarding (Will Never Work)
The ending Of torture Is not equivalent To healing, And The absence Of dread Does not Equate to hope – But It’s a start, Nurtured by Recognizing peace Is not a science, But an art.
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Pandemic Feelings Samantha Terrell: I listen to your words, I hear them in my mind, I will speak and share them when I can, I’ve tucked them in my heart.