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When Fear and Faith Dance
People of the world,
Our bones are shattered,
Our skin has festered.
And we no longer matter,
Because we are nothing but a shadow,
Cast from governmental scandals,
And those who would kill, but never die,
To protect their half formed lies.
They will build in us a place to run,
And a place to lay their blame.
A broken outlet for their pandemic fame.
Children die in the streets,
Rape and hunger written on their frames.
Lives cut short by a fatal system;
Potheads more dangerous than proven killers.
And humanity is being blinded
Because vapidity resides at the core.
Eyes loosing interest in seeing anything more…
More than numbers on a scale
Or competition; dead-end promotions.
Deep under our realization is a fight
Yet these brainwashed eyes could never see its dark light.
And hello, Mister President,
You’re just a foolish mortal too.
Weaknesses and emotions,
Bias your every move.
And after all the contests, popularity, and pressures,
Do you lay down your head with fear?
You know the degree, so much worse than it appears.
You’ve won yourself a nation,
And its people expect your help.
On your own, fix it all,
Or by yourself, be blamed for a peoples fall.
They tell us believe, and you will thrive.
What happens when the little Christian girl looses her mom and dad?
Killed by a drunk driver; he was just so tired of trying.
Her foster dad will take her skin,
And he will turn it shades of black and blue.
No one will believe her, there is nothing she can do.
Tell me then, where is God
When little angels struggle to survive?
But I know there is a God, and control is in his hands.
Every wrong brings sorrow to his eyes,
Ultimate love; lets us choose to die.
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You use some truly beautiful words and images but I do have a few questions about the content; what do you mean by "potheads more dangerous than potential killers"? just wondering...and the part about how her "foster dad will take her skin and turn it shades of black and blue"? i understand it is one scenario but i feel like it paints a negative picture of foster parents when in actuality, they often are the thing a child needs.
But your poem is quite excellent -- keep writing.
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And I definitely didn't mean to stereotype foster parents. Because a lot of them are amazing people who really make a positive difference in children's lives. But sometimes foster parents are bad for the child, and it creates a flawed system. I only intended to point out that flaw, but in no way do I think that all foster parents belong in that stereotype.
This kind of poem is very new to me, and I definitely appreciate the questions, advice, critiques, concerns and encouragement. They're fantastic!