| by Rare breed | |
| Published on: Sep 21, 2005 | |
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| Type: Poetry | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=6244 | |
| Make me a believer (September 2005) I believe in love and hate As well as in mercy and in feelings spared I believe in karma- that we reap what we sow And I know hard work pays off I believe in planning for the future That it does not pay to count troubles’ costs But sometimes it’s difficult to keep breathing When so much that was hoped for has been lost If it isn’t too presumptuous and rude to dare Please make me a believer – show me how you care If war is not the answer While peace has had its chance And some continue to line in conditions that hardly seem fair If after all the motivation, innovation and elevation Some still must face profiling and discrimination Be disenfranchised and face segregation What purposes are served by coalitions and universal condemnations of “isolated situations” that turn out to be “proclamations” of rapidly spreading distrust-? Of a system that marginalizes “us”? Love should be “all around” as the song goes And in our hearts everybody knows that what we want most is companionship People with common interests with whom to share our lives, Our dreams, our hopes, our fears and afterwards we listen to theirs… I want to see beauty and be surrounded by good But so often beauty is clouded Good intentions are misunderstood The situations people must face daily Oscillate between delight and despair I find the need to question what it is about life that is fair Make me a believer in answered prayer Hustling is never easy, simple answers come rarely and to few The last thing one should expect in this day and age Is for other people to trust you It seems that the harder the struggle The heavier the load is to bear And looking around for sympathy Only incurs contempt for the meek, Impatience with the weak- an almost communal absence of care Make me a believer that equitable justice reigns in the world out there If timing is really everything Opportunities and tools for success play no necessary role Why are so many still disabled Even while physically whole? So much is dark So bleak the future seems to me to be Make me a believer in the strength and morality Of humanity My faith is running low « return. |
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