Club Q
A Poem
We were shaken
When five lives were taken
But one is not mistaken
When they cheer
For the one that took them from here
They say they support the military
But when an unarmed veteran
Takes care of their man
Nothing but silence
Because they love the violence of hate
They wish they could use the state
To destroy the world
Bleeding billions
They don’t realize
They are the villains
They think they are Daniel in the den
But they are not
They are the plebeian legion
Leading the people to their cross
They say they care
Yet, are the lions tearing us apart in the colosseum
They preach love
While enacting their hate
There is no fate
Just random acts of pain
That stain our mind
But now it’s time to grieve
Later we can unwind
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
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My mind is still reeling from your words, I will only say this: Bravo
So powerfully and beautifully done. So hard to understand the mindset of people who do this, thank you for expressing the emotion. Well done
Poignantly worded. It really is heartbreaking that this sort of violence and hatred continues to take place in the United States. With your poem you really captured the feelings and emotions of a lot of people right now.
This one hit me deep. I have admittedly not been the same since Pulse, which was a place that felt like home to me in a very dark time in my life. It feels like things have just been escalating year after year since then. I appreciate the rawness and unapologetic truth. My heart goes out to everyone affected. I wish no one had to know that pain.
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Beautifully expressed. I could feel all the sadness, confusion and pain. I don't understand why people love to hate.
Your ability to express the dark and painful aspects of modern society in rhyme is fantastic. Looking forward to reading more.
I will never understand what happens in the minds of those that will allow themselves to destroy lives in the way they do. It's beyond hate. It's evil. Thank you for your words to the ones who are gone but never forgotten.
Sad what is happening in the U.S. right now. A true epidemic.
Very well said.
Excellent, eloquent, exceptional❤️❤️❤️
Bless you for offering comfort to others through your own grief
There are so many instances where people offer "thoughts and prayers" but really offer nothing at all, I am here to support you in what little way I can. Very powerful words.
So eloquently put, subtle yet strong! 💗