By Steve, 65. Aldinga, SA
black charcoal sketches
on my flat screen tv
skeleton trees,
broken buildings,
rubble everywhere
on another channel,
pageant queens
want world peace
back to reality,
to the contrast of barren streets
humbled citizens in any warm
clothing they can find
now,
it’s all about how to survive
solemnly they leave
the place they’ve called home
oppression,
has been drawn on my tv
I turn it off, and
go to my safe, cosy bed
my prayers,
seem like dropping a coin
into a bottomless well
still,
I hope that in the silence
words mean something
for in the silence
our faith hangs
Hi Steve, sometimes it’s best not to watch the news. However, having said that, I often do. I also say a quick prayer (sometimes), but I can relate to what you’re saying about it being a drop in the ocean.By the way, your little grand daughter is a real sweetie.
Thanks for feedback, I’ve been a bit slack logging onto human writers.
Poetry is a great way to express how each of us sees the world.