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Poetry of Life Poet
Poems Submitted by Brenda
Y. Marlow
Free
I am a
writer/non-fiction romance, and looking for an agent.
Free
Look at us, just waiting, caring an ax across our shoulders wanting to
chop off the head of the next brother or sister who is not like us.
That's right brother or sister, because we are all God's children.
Although one's skin color may conflict with the texture of one's hair,
but why do we care!
Democrats and Republican's, we're all under God's law but abiding within
the conformity of our own state of mind,
Not knowing who to trust or which corner to turn, scared of seeing our
true shadow and who we tried leaving behind.
Look at us, fighting the war of self-gain, but who gains in the end, the
children? No! Although we're suppose to be their protectors but yet we
protect the very one thing who deceives us most, ourselves, (at least at
time).
We get caught us, wrapped up and embedded in the root of our own
modification not realizing the consequences of our transformation and
the integrity of our own humiliation.
Look at us, not setting that example for the next generation who looks
to us for guidance and answers that will indulge their intellect to
expand and explore the world in which we live.
Lost in space, substituted and replaced, with the carnality of our
thoughts. Can we give that up or even try to see one another as they
truly are, One of God's own? We can't always choose to explore the
depths of one's mind by attacking, invading, and assaulting mankind.
Look at us, feeding off the sweat of someone else's desire only to throw
it out to sea and watch it drown in the clutches of our own
self-indulgence and self-gain. When will we turn around and see that
person behind us reaching our for a helping hand hardly able to stand
and grabbing hold to the emptiness that's feeding the land? "Cant
we all just get along", has been said many times, but do we pay it
any mind?
Morality, integrity, and righteousness are what we proclaim, but be
honest people, what are we really about? Pushing and shoving each other
until there is nothing left. "OH MY GOD, LOOK AT THE PERSON OUT ON
THE LEDGE ABOUT TO JUMP,
IS SHE CRAZY?"
Is that what we see when we look up? The question should be what do they
see when they look down? Is the jump worth leaving the pettiness of
mankind, or is it really a jump? Another day, another judgment call, and
what have we gained? Are we FREE?
by Brenda
Y. Marlow
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