Tree of Life
One Week in America, 2018
My brother carries
A tattoo,
And I carry
A ring
Of the tree of life.
A minority may
Yet go unrecognized
For what they identify
As their own gender,
An elderly Black couple
Were killed,
And eleven people
Were also gunned down
At a synagogue similarly called
The tree of life...
My God,
How much blood soaks
The ground
Around the tree of life.
In midst
Of such cries
Of outrage
And blame
For all these atrocities,
I wonder
If anything can grow now
From this blood-soaked ground
Around the tree of life.
I wonder
If those who come
After us
Will have much better
In their own lives.
I wonder
If grass
And flowers
Will grow
Alongside their feet
As I hope they’ll dance together,
Hand in hand,
Around the tree of life.
I hope we’ll take action now
To be better.
So that
This blood-soaked,
Oppressive ground
Around the tree of life
Will be the soil
Of their much brighter future...
As we remember
Those downtrodden
And fallen
Whom we failed.
About the Creator
Anthony Cornatzer
An actor, technician, singer, musician, writer, and columnist, Anthony has an excitable commitment and passion for the arts.
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