seeds …
swept up
by the dust
scattered remnants
of lives once whole
now
buried
interred
in cold dead dry ground.
seeds
swept up
by the dust
seeking a glimmer
of hope
of the promise
of
a better tomorrow.
seeds
swept up
by the dust
sinking roots
hoping to belong
somewhere
anywhere
fatigued
spent
waiting
hoping
for days
moments
tomorrows
a
time
&
a
place
where one
need not
be
ever smiling
and to be
always strong
“am i buggin’ ya, don’t mean to bug ya” *
isn’t it tiresome
exhausting
to keep on
keepin’ on
hearing
seeing
bad news
all day
all night
must become irksome
to say the least …
(pure horror) not another mass ISIS execution
(pity) not another image of death on a beach
(apartheitude) not another african-american killed by the police
(pure unadulterated pity/well-meaning) not another endangered animal killed by trophy hunters in the savannah …
ad nauseum
ad infinitum
( clicks ‘like’👍 on a friend’s post
a cutesie pic of a couple walking on a beautiful beach, on a perfect summer day
somewhere in the mediterranean )
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* from ‘silver and gold’ off u2 album ‘rattle & hum’
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