she stands lakeside | staring at the glass green lake | prays for good journeys |
her mother stares out windows | buscando la luna
people are afraid | the world will end or collapse | we need a big change
underwater moon | looks up through watery clouds | contemplates life
call them terrorists | call them savage non-people | then take their land
parents bury their babies | who've perished in war | and the world weeps
little children | should not die in adult wars | wanting for peace
war is raging | the planet is morphing | into infernos
we pray for people | suffering loss of loved ones | for no reason
blessed rain that still falls | a smile from the ancestors | hugs from a loved one |
all these things I give thanks for | everyday of my life
put the world back | together it is splitting | in so many ways
words watercolor | the day is gray-blue infused | concealed is worry
world is scarier | best to pretend you're tougher | than the worst monsters
she remembers | that she forgets then forgets | she remembers
estranged from her mind | sees a new world distorted | everything is lost
her mind's taken | intermittent vacations | from reality
today's a clear day | just a bit of confusion | of memories
take it or leave it | what you see is what you get | the door won't hit me |
and then on the way out | I decide to come back in
a moment of truth | flicked away in a heart beat | that fast it's a lie
too truths are painful | no comparing oppression | personal hurt hurts
sleep walking pequeñita | falls into strong arms | needing her comfort
her three-year-old voice | sings a bright lyrical song | filled with a new day
twisted logic trips | the wire wrapped around lies | truth bursts from darkness
can you believe in | what people speak or depend on | what your heart says
little one predicts | rain today the sky opens | and sheds her blessings
she paints with words | the world she envisions | for future generations
my blue Chicago | steel strong and long memoried | divided we fall
a day to sleepwalk | dreams of miracles | to wish back what will happen
houses were ripped | swept into a raging ocean | their roots left dangling
we pray with our ancestors | offer them delights | sing long into night
sad poems of their passing | joyful songs of their bright lives
the day of little angels | that come back to sleep | cradled in our arms ❋
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