Art by Sophia Age 5
I named this piece-Internal Explosion
The earth’s is the LORD’s and the fullness thereof, the world, and they that dwell therein. Psalm 24:1
Not a poem, just my thoughts.
Yes! There is pure madness around us today.
Yes! You look around and all you see is sadness.
Yes! No one’s listening to truth anymore.
Yes! The government do not care about the poor.
Yes! You were left on Mr and Mrs. Foster’s step.
Yes! You are still here.
You hoped that someday the nightmare will end, that someone will spare
Their time to remove the frown glued in your forehead
Your hope is that neither mother nor father is dead
Yet they are no where to be found.
Yes, you are asking, ‘What’s wrong with us today?’
Yes, our children have gone astray.
Yes, preditors are injecting poison in their veins.
Yes, they are left to fend for themselves; some in the deepest drains.
Yes, your neighbor slandered your name and shame wants to be your new fame.
Yes, there are unsure decisions;
Yes, another was chosen instead to hold your dream and you scream,
The end is near…
Terrorism is on the rise.
Yes… you sigh, close your eyes, and wish all the bad away.
Your senses are numb to the voice of faith
While the Doctor keeps saying,
‘Stop hyperventilating, I Am in control!’
Yes, rest your soul.