DENT

DENT

I turn my head in denial —

distraught and in despair.

“How can you live in naïveté when

the entire world lay in disrepair?”

 

The task is too overwhelming.

How can I make a dent,

When all around the world

Live people with such discontent?

 

They rant and they rage

Bringing death and destruction

To everything and everyone

With every evil action.

 

From coast to coast and in between,

And countries from afar

Bombs and guns and weapons mass

To maim, kill, wound, and scar.

 

Then — for entertainment sake —

The people flock to consume,

Zombies, creatures, psychotic men

Brutally slaughtering in dark rooms.

 

Lights dim, music swells,

The credits begin to rise

While people comfortably sit,

Ready to devour repugnance in life-size.

 

Supporting Hollywood’s richest

Nibbling on sweets,

As the carnage on-screen displays

Bloodbaths and butchering fleets.

 

Do we not feel fraught with derision?

While we riot and protest to complain

of the violence suffered by the innocent

Grand Theft Auto and the like remain.

 

So in the turning of my head ~

The shaking from side to side.

Helpless as I watch the addicts

Shackled in their numbness abide…

 

…more violence, more death, more spilled blood.

As the duplicity abounds

One side of the mouths protests

With screams for checks of backgrounds.

 

While the other demands amusement,

Delighting in a director’s depiction

Celebrating the nastiest of our character ~

The worst of our race without sanction.

 

Yes, we are all equally guilty.

Yes, we all must look inward.

We must make better choices

And we have a right to be angered…

 

At ourselves, at our neighbors, at our foes,

But what shall we do with this fury?

Where should we go, what being our next step,

To set up an appropriate boundary?

 

I’m hoping to rise with love,

I’ll need help to not turn my head.

I will ask for help to love my enemy

Not deny evil’s existence instead.

 

My tiny dent will be made in the smile I give

To the student who failed, yet again,

To muster a kind word or gentle heart

And anything else beyond his ken.

 

The war is already waged,

And I may not make a difference.

But I will raise my face upward

For Heaven to rain down its patience.

 

Can we all pray for forgiveness?

Can we all pray for that peace?

Can we ask that the addiction we have

To the violence to cease?

 

We must all make that dent.

Together.

To stand —

Up

Against

For

With

 

Each other.

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W. Fiore 2013

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1 Comment »

  1. Debra Siraco Said:

    Wow that was beautifully written my dear… Thanks for sharing…Funny I always ask my self was I as kind as I could have been today in all situations that arose. I believe you are right we have to look in the mirror and start living a more compassionate peaceful existence ourselves. Its the best place to start. 


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