Day 331 - Tears of a Generation

Someone began to weep from across the sea

And the tears began to rain down on me

The green and gray clouds began to bruise

The sky who has lost all its happier hues

Yet light peaks out in the misery

On the horizon is a new spree

One that is spreading education

Across the small and even the great nation

We have had to weep for a generation

But starting tonight we will weep in elation

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A note from the Poet:

Today World AIDS Day and this post is in honor of that. This post represents the hope that in 2015 not a single child will be born with AIDs. This post represents hope for a healthier world, with less poverty and disease.

Day 313 - Used to Be

You cut me here, there and everywhere

Draining me of my life color

I used to have designs of my own

But now I am marked by your violence

I weep in my forest, so lonely

As I dream of monsters cutting me still

But what hurt the very most was you,

You cut me here, there and everywhere

I used to bleed, when I still had blood

To sacrifice to your vendetta of pain

But now you take even more

Draining me of my life color

I used to sing a thousand songs

As the wind rustled through my leaves

Creating a new miracle each and every season

I used to have designs of my own

I once had a lover in a young girl

Who every day held me in a adoring embrace

I used to be marked by her love

But now I am marked by your violence

Day 288 - Ash That Remains

The sign read "אהבה"

But you couldn't understand it

So it meant nothing to you

When the bombs hit

Maybe a give-minute clip

Of the death toll rising once again

But that is all it meant to you

You couldn't read the sign

The sign read "l'espoir"

Which was as foreign to you

As a night without explosions

You had dreamed once of such a thing long ago

But since then you only hit the button

The one that ignites the flame somewhere

And sends the sparks of hatred into the sky

You couldn't read the sign

The sign read "शांति"

You only saw some bizarre drawing

You did not even recognize it to be lettering

Painted with meticulous patience

In the only colors they could find

Blood red for the many tragedies seen

But bright yellow for the sun still shining

You covered it in the gray of ash

You couldn't read the sign

The sign read "love"

And they torched it seeming demons

In the malicious point of the "v"

The sign read "hope"

The button they pushed was as red as yours

But with a greater diameter of destruction

The sign read "peace"

But even if you had spoken their tongue

That you could not have translated

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Note from the Poet

Stanza 1 - Hebrew for love - אהבה pronounced ahavah

Stanza 2 - French for hope - l'espoir -

Stanza 3 - Hindi for peace - शांति - pronounced shanti

Day 225 - Must Turn Left

Must Turn Left

Destruction leaves a foul taste

Amongst perfect homes and offices

All is rigidly encased

So when nothing seems quite right

We choose to cut and paste

Red on white, with black and yellow

Almost like that old warning

We were told during a snake show

When we were quite young

Something we did need to know'

About how the world turns out

When age gets the best of us

Regardless if we go on and pout

Goodbyes still creep up too fast

Forcing us onto that new route

No promises that it will last