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after every massacre
by some fanaticized pathological idiot
politicians call upon their citizens
to come together
and pray for the murdered and their families

this is absolutely appropriate
also absolutely inefficient

but it seems
that ever since 9/11
the nation only comes together
AFTER more of its members have been killed

I wish very much
that the nation
   AND politicians
would come together
BEFORE  the next massacre
and take appropriate action
to prevent such disasters
in the first place
https://edition.cnn.com/2018/03/02/us/school-shootings-2018-list-trnd/index.html
Thomas EG Mar 2018
There's poetry in simple things
And pain in far more
There's beauty in a million things
But one in particular

The yearn for security
The lack of it, and warmth
Tonight I lay here, only me
Tossing, turning, feeling torn
How am I expected to sleep in our bed without her?
A Christmas gift of
Decades has, many a night,
Kept me warm… cushioned
My arm rest… formed a pillow.
My security blanket.
A beautiful blanket gifted me by a friend, so many years ago, during an illness.  It has kept me comfortable and warm for all these years and still does.
(Prayer-Psalm. An intercessory prayer in perilous times, during the aftermath of September 11.)

Lord, protect our nation;
In you we place our trust:
One God who is sovereign,
Omnipotent and just.

Guide us by your mighty hand,
Great God who falters not.
Preserve the freedoms of this land—
Our heritage and lot.
sunprincess Feb 2018
Wizard, oh wizard to whom should I cry
If I cry not to thee
My friends all say, So disheartening
and certainly it is,  I so agree
Truly sad Wizard, when I should say
Our leaders should bow their head in shame
Yet, we know they aren't to blame,
knowing majority of homes,
businesses and government institutions
Have way much better security
than America's school system
simpathi Feb 2018
I find myself digging a hole,
Discovering my heart is what stole,
My love for myself and for others.
It yearns for something that words cannot describe.

I trip over my own feelings,
Needing help, needing healing.
I imagine myself all alone,
Staying separated, staying at home.

My mind tells me I’m not good but I know it’s untrue,
It’s time to give credit where credit is due.
I know I can do it but my mind is so weak.
What I’d die for is what my heart seeks.

I give up, I succumb comfort zones.
They’re the reason for being alone.
I climb up the mountain to face my fears,
But as I reach the end my eyes fill with tears.

I clear my mind of repeating thoughts,
Of regrets and memories sought over.
I’m locked in Satan’s dungeon of self-image,
Waiting to be rescued from this prison being hidden.

I search the forest for the security I lack,
But as I get weary I just want to go back,
To my home I never left before now.
What made me brave I can’t explain how.
An old poem from when I was going through depression.  For all those who are going through hard times, just know that I've felt it too and I am with you <3
nxch Feb 2018
to my little brother:
my hands have rested
on plenty of backs and
never knew the
way a spine could feel like a
hundred mountains,
carrying me home,
until i was
smothering vicks
vaporub
when you got
the flu
he is five years old and i love him with my whole heart
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