Hate comes in air bubbles
injected in the bloodstream
with soiled needles
of syringes tainted by
Ethnocentrism
Racism
Sexism.
A venomous pocket of gas
Lodges into the heart,
creates an empty space, void of
Love
Compassion
Respect.
Indoctrinates a man to raise
a gun before God,
massacre the children
who worship Him.
—Nortina
This is in response to the following prompt for Write or Die Wednesday:
And is also in response to the horrendous shooting that took place in Charleston, SC last night.
Excellent poetry and completely heartbreakingly true my friend. We can’t being to imagine what these victims and their families are going through but we can also be beckons in the darkness of all the hatred. Keep up the beautiful writing!
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Thanks. I particularly wanted to write this because my family lives in Charleston. My aunt grew up with one of the victims. So it really hit home. These are some dark times, but hope things will get better.
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Nortina,
I feel ridiculous calling this poem beautiful considering what inspired it, but that’s the word that comes to mind. And poignant too. The imagery is powerful as hell.
I wish I could share this with everyone ❤
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It is beyond heart-breaking to see all of the hatred and violence and murder in the world. It saddens me and sickens me. There are days when I feel so much hope and there are days when I feel like I’m fooling myself. Anyway, thank you for sharing your heart and this poem with us!
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I feel as though our world has regressed. It’s like I’m living in a history textbook. I don’t know if it’s 2015 or 1960, and that’s sad. I really hope things will change for the better, but the only way that will happen is when people open their eyes and recognize that something’s wrong. Stop making excuses. Anyway, that’s my rant for the day. Thanks for reading!
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