Begin To Heal
Written by: Anne G
@The InkTruth
Insistent thought
beset my brain
lucid and clear
as in a dream.
What if I could
begin to heal
our country’s deep
and open wounds?
The pain of hunger
and neglect
abuse, rejection
gross misdeeds.
The young and old
the weak, in need
with love, compassion
and good deeds.
A daunting task
I did perceive
it would entail
a lot indeed.
I asked myself
what can I do
to make a change
I’m only one.
No more excuses
said I to me
begin, dig in
others will follow.
Forge on, be strong
then make the case
the nation’s seed
must be protected.
By lifting up
all those forsaken
ignored, deserted
and forgotten.
We are restored
to human status
repeopled, freed
you will agree.
JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write?
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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