World Peace

Cheltica

My heart is broken.

How many times do I have to switch on the news feed and see sorrow?

How many shootings, disasters, pain can I tell you of?

I don’t remember, because I have lost count.

London, Paris, Brussels, Mexico, Boston, Orlando, Aurora, Twin Towers, Pentagon, Flight 93

School shooting, bombs, guns, hate, violence, vandalism, terror.

How much more can I take?

I cannot hold myself together much longer.

I am hurting for you and I hurt because of you.

Why will you not band together, why will you hate one another?

Why is it after disaster you pray, but you forget to pray daily for other sufferers?

I am separated into class, culture, color, sexual orientation, gender, status and I cannot take another divide.

When will I feel whole again and feel the peace you all wish to bring?

I want to help you, heal you, nourish you into a health and golden age,

But I am one drop in the largest bucket.

I am but a plankton in the vast ocean.

The sorrow I feel cannot be quenched.

It is like a fire that grows and grows with every live film of suicide

Every racial slur, bible bash, bigotry word, willful ignorance and every curse.

I am weighed down by this day and age where I feel older than I actually am.

I feel the emptiness of those who have loved, and lost.

I give you life and yet you take it from me.

I give you disaster and you band together only to separate and forget.

If you cannot understand peace and love, why should I be peaceful?

You kill me with living and I take back with death.

I am sorry. And I am sorry that that apology will never be enough.

There have been too many tears, too much bloodshed

And yes, there is much more to come.

  • Author: The Masque (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2018 02:20
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 13
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments1

  • Accidental Poet

    A sad write but profound in it's delivery. Its as if God himself was the author. Well done Cheltica.



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