Linda

POETRY IS WHAT THE SOULS OF THE ANCIENTS SPEAK TO THOSE STILL SEEKING WHAT IS MOST BEAUTIFUL IN THE WORLD. FROM: LINDA

Sunday, August 25, 2019




What Thunder Hides

Thunder, it has no mercy.
Such raucous behavioral potency of politicians expressed 
as loud-voiced, booming, commanding clout 
as they ask for sponsorship to fill the coffers and the purse. 
Overwhelming the weeping of the indigent. 

The bawling pomp of entertainers, 
the grandiosity of names in opulent letters 
on mammoth marquees, sidewalks. 
Blatant, boorish buoyancy
while the homeless sprawl 
next to these vulgar monuments. 

The foolish roaring of those who are imagining oppression,
misreading persecution and false strife into all things.
Rendering inaudible the feeble cries of those hard broken,
the keening of those whose struggle is real.

What thunder hides is misery, like knives that slip into the heart:
Bring mercy unto them; the lost, the hungry.
Let your gentle voice be heard above the boom,

for those who have none.

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