Thursday, April 09, 2015
Easter, 2015
Easter, 2015
We are the ones
who saw it happen.
We watched as the tyrants
ascended,
the mothers struggled
to find bread
for the young.
We heard the cries,
smelled the odors
rising from the ovens.
Felt the flesh hanging
from the bones.
to save the world
and returned as skeletons,
corpses, memories.
the new beginning.
Years passed,
things changed once more.
The better world
became the playground
for the few,
those who clawed their way
onto an ever narrowing
niche,
as the rest of us watched
and wondered what to do,
while their jets, their sleek autos,
their mammoth houses grew and
covered the earth.
Dreams gone to smoke,
lost ones in the streets,
the smell of things and rampant greed
always hanging in the air.
Dorothy Walters
April 5, 2015
Note: I debated whether or not to post this poem. I realize that many come to this site looking for inspiration and affirmation. But the truth is that what is happening to our society at this time is a spiritual issue. Greed and avarice seem to reign supreme.
Our only hope is to hold close to one another, to maintain our own inner agendas and thus become a meaningful participant in the spiritual renaissance that is occurring simultaneously with obvious moral decay. And of course, we must remain active in our communities, supporting those causes which will, together, stem the tide that is trying to take over democracy in favor of capitalism run amuck.
