Collective Unrest

 

CRI DE COEUR

November 21, 2018

I’m tired of all those old white men in Washington, and
I’m tired of hoping things will change, tired of empty
promises that all will work out well in the end.

I’m ready for some non-violent action, and the only arms
I want to see are those stretched out in love to welcome
refugees, immigrants, and one another.

But all we hear these days is talk, so many empty words,
not backed up by action. Worthless paper currency
with no Fort Knox of moral honesty to back them up.

The pious paper men in Washington offer us their
thoughts and prayers, but do not change the laws to
protect us, love their guns more than our children.

Their guiding light remains their own political ambition,
their selfish delight in grasping financial contributions to their
campaigns and their greedy, never satisfied wallets.

Hope is such a hollow word if it doesn’t provoke action,
just an endlessly receding goal of peace and equal opportunity
for all. I’m tired of hoping the politicians will change. They never do.

And I’m tired of waking up each day sighing, depressed by the
constant bad news, the guns still firing, the lies still flowing.
The time for hope is past. Now is the time for action.

 

Susan P. Blevins was born in England and has been a happy ex-pat for the last fifty years.  She now lives in Houston with her cat and her garden, writing stories and poetry based on her life
experiences.  She always tries to see the big picture and to embrace all points of view and through her writings hopes to bring people together in the realization that we are all one human family.
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