From My Heart
How can I say what is on my heart
A heart that grew up on a farm day and night
It beat with respecting others
Our black neighbor was as loved as the white
What we are seeing today is beyond this
It seems clear the inequality every hour
Satan is running around uncontrolled
Don't laugh, he seeks to devour
We have the power to control through devout prayer,
But with prayer we have to see where we are
What is our role in respect towards one another?
We have a voice to others near and far.
The pandemic of Coronavirus has only begun--
Our nation weakened with health fear
Crowds moved in with violence on mind
When country is weak both far and near
Citizens vulnerable - those without jobs or health
Leadership seems reactive rather than pro-active.
Burning buildings, looting struggling businesses
Outsiders shooting setting fires harming how others live
Police brutality is horrible with acts of hatred seen
It is different today because all can see;
Over and over and over-again and again; Fear abounds
Perhaps, turn off your Google; turn off TV
We can imagine what Lincoln or Reagan or Roosevelt
Or Obama would do to silence the masses;
The Coronavirus brought in to our country more
than a killer virus; it brought in lost businesses,
Fine vulnerable persons-all races-flattened
Without means of finances, food or voice--
Wake up America, be careful of your vote but vote
It is your gift. Study carefully your choices.
Millions of dollars wasted on useless rhetoric--
Commercials played repeatedly ad nauseum
Hunger abounds; they want to win but why for what?
Study to carefully know yourself and them,
Support your police, encourage the fine servants
Who are under attack because of a few with violence
We have a wonderful country-USA-so do your part
Pray to the Almighty, evaluate your role from here hence.
Not many can go back to the farm’s life of yesteryear,
But we can work for equality: white, red, brown, black, yellow
Are suffering, too. Some of us are living on a shoestring
Be alert to love God and our neighbors as ourselves.
- Evelyn Pearl Carpenter Anderson
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