The What and Who of Meandering About

Friday, May 26, 2017

Our Greatest Sin

(a poem)
Perhaps 
our greatest sin is passing on to our children our age old biases and prejudices. 
Or perhaps 
it is the work we put into making sure their beautifully open minds slowly close to more closely resemble our own closed minds. 
Or perhaps 
it is pointing out the people and places they should hate and demonize in order to ensure the perpetuation of decades old animosity. 
Or perhaps 
it is convincing them that they deserve the material goods that someone else has, and that the outsiders are the reason they cannot have what they want. 
Or perhaps 
it is the way we indoctrinate them to believe what we believe about those who believe differently than we believe. 
Or perhaps 
it is in the manner in which we give our fears and insecurities to them ensuring that they will never see the world or others any differently than we do. 
Or perhaps 
it is our understanding that we are the ones who must shape them while being blind to the ways in which they might shape us. 
Perhaps 
that is our greatest sin. 
--bss2017

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

The Children

(a poem)

The children of Manchester
whose voices sang familiar songs
whose voices screamed with the throngs
whose voices were silenced

The children of Syria
whose names we don't know
whose names their friends shouted with glee
whose names their parents grieve

The children of Nigeria
whose lives were a promise
whose lives were full of opportunity
whose lives were interrupted

The children of our cities
whose dreams were imaginative
whose dreams were deep and wide
whose dreams were ended too early

These are all our children
who deserve a better tomorrow
who deserve a better today
who deserve a better now


Hate

(a poem)

Hate . . . 
     has no color
Hate . . . 
     has no homeland
Hate . . .
     has no creed
Hate . . .
     is vengeance
Hate . . .
     is retribution
Hate . . .
     is fear
Hate . . .
     has no vision
Hate . . .
     has no dream
Hate . . .
     has no future
Hate . . .
     is faithless
Hate . . .
     is hopeless
Hate . . .
     is godless
          --bss2017