A Political Poem ... Of sorts: It All Got Crazy Somehow

It All Got Crazy Somehow

You know what I did,

What I did today?

I tried really hard,

Really hard to pray;

Pray for the anger,

And pray for the hate,

Pray for the people,

Whose words we ate;

I don’t think it did much good—

My prayer

And the people have ears,

That cannot hear;

They have eyes

That cannot see.

There are only two sides,

Two sides so few.

One side is right

And the other, too

Their hearts are mad

Their minds are on fire

There is no answer to satisfy,

The minds that are on fire;

The eyes that cannot see

The hearts in sinking mire

There was peace once,

Once in the Garden

But deception came,

And it all got harder.

The Singer sang,

“Creation is tired, and my children are angry

They hate,

They’re sad,

And painfully mad,

Homicidal

Suicidal,

What have they done?”

Is anyone willing?

Yes, even one

To remember the cross

And what was done?

“And my children return;

Return to dust.”

“Where are my children?”

The Singer asks.

“Where are my children—the true and just?”

(Copyright 2018 by Deborah L. Alten)