Monday, June 8, 2009

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Where are our hearts?
When did we sell our souls?
To what polls,
in what dark night or day
did we lay them to rest,
knowing it was not best,
yet set them aside,
as we would decide
to let those dying,
sighing, crying,
to the test,
we let them slide,
while they all died,
while we patted
our puffed-up and proud backs,
sealed the cracks
with smug pronouncements,
judgments,and sorry platitudes,
all the while pushing aside,
letting slide,
and choosing, instead,
to see some dead
in the lanes,
their hearts, their very veins,
too tired,too weary
in our stead.
To what gains,
these horrid stains?
JMS © 2009

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