Sparks
a poem
I wonder how many people have held each other like this Anxious Apprehensive The screens get smaller and the news gets worse A small, sticky hand is pulled away from a larger one If you follow the lines of the palm back, you’ll find wrinkled eyes blackened By a lack of Indifference Pay homage now to this timeless ritual Being held, being told it will be okay and Not believing it because you are watching children be taken away How many embraces have happened just like this? How many parents have been scared for their kids? I shouldn’t have to be, not in the so-called land of the free, but anyone I know could be SHOT! in the street, be detained illegally I would be shamed for being upset My grief would be the foolish whim of a radical man, an Extremist act obstructing the Will of God Like the shots aren’t your devil whispering sweet nothings to get you off What, you can’t get a girl, so you get a gun? You are pathetic in this costume, Honored to be the donkey’s ass What, did your father never say he loved you? Were you the kind of kid who got picked last?
How many, do you think Have held each other out of fear Using a small box to watch people run from a man trying to convince us that he’s important The hands that hold say This Too Shall Pass Pass it will, like Poisoned food, like A thorn in a wound, it will Have to be expelled the hard way Through gritted teeth
Tender heads weren’t meant to be bloodied Here is the thing about the people cradling one another in the dark They reek of gasoline and you have lit a spark You’re a mule for a machine in a world where love is everything So I graciously suggest you start Running