Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

I spent three glorious days with grandchildren. They lift me up in ways I cannot even describe. I sat to write some poems to post for the next few days. I was so engrossed in my grandkid’s visit that I did not watch the news or read a newspaper. I just heard of the mass shootings that have occured within the last 15 hours of so. I am sickened again. My heart hurts. I watched and listened to the expressions of the victim’s families. I am sickened again at the thought that a mother who was shopping for school supplies was killed as she shielded her two month old child. I am sickened to the point of nauseum.

Will this to pass in a few days after the media stops interviewing victims and victim’s families? I am sickened again because I know the answer. Nothing will be done. Nothing will be done folks.

Hatred is winning! Here is my poem to express my personal grief. I am sickened and identify with all the mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles and every other person who is as sad and sickened as I am right now.

Bang, Bang, you are dead!

Hatred still lives in some hearts!

How do we kill HATE?

What will take for true action to happen?

I am sickened. My heart hurts

Does your heart hurt too?

Then what are we going to do?

It is really up to us!

You have to know it’s true.

It really is up to me and you.

God help us all!