Weeping In The New Year?
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Monday, December 29, 2003
Do you see, my world, the gross gravity,
the unthinkable travesty, hating
differences brings? Sad depravity
of respect, constantly annotating
historical humanity. I weep,
my world, sorrow seeps, innocence is dead.
Do you see, my loves, are we half asleep
with eyes soldered shut? I cannot keep dread
out of my head; will we survive ourselves?
Do you see, my peoples, we must embrace
diversity. If you can’t save yourselves,
who will? Not all feel invisible grace.
Do not weep, my world, we are distinctive,
surely our salvation is instinctive.
Erin Moen
12/29/03
Copyright 2003 ©
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truth here Erin.
Love Tinka
I like your style of expression.
Plural "peoples" the only 'flaw' I find, which I admit, in this context, is a matter of personal taste.