Just a little writing to go with my morning cup…
It’s a shame
I can’t tell if the flashing lights down the street
Are coming from the Christmas trees or police
At this time of year
Something different happens to the people over here
They’re not consumed by Christmas cheer
I see older people peeking out the windows in fear
Holding close to them those who they hold dear
Can you tell me why we fight?
Why we shoot people dead at night
Why we still kill in daylight
And how the murderers manage stay out of everyone’s sight
What are we fighting for?
Why we wage wars with people next door
Or is it something more
But what do we gain when the poor rob the poor?
Is it a call for attention?
A cry for help
For remission of our current position
If only you would listen
Beyond words and behind things
You’d find a deeper meaning than what you think is lingering
I remember being taught history at school
And not imagining ever being able to live a day in their lives
I wonder how the Aztecs sufficed
Couldn’t imagine how the poor sacrificed
And then I realized
In a similar way
That still goes on today
The very torture I couldn’t imagine
I see people weave in and out of every day