18 April 2018

RIP


RIP to Barbara Bush.
RIP to Howard Casell.
Do I also say RIP to 400 deaths in Syria?
RIP to Stephon Clark? ETC.
I don't even know what to say anymore.
I don't know why the sun rises, moon glows,
traffic lights function, people talk and walk.

I feel the same about every gun death
I read about in the USA.
Better we should know, yes.
And then what?
I feel like standing in the middle of a highway.
I understand the urge to stop until it stops,
but depression doesn't work for me anymore.

I want us to lay down all the guns
and drones and bombs
I want us to look for the good,
for the God, for the average,
and for the evil in all of us.

Own it, share it, talk to each other,
and only then, start again.




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© 2018 Susan L. Chast   



3 comments:

Susan said...

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Julian said...

Hi Susan, this line...Do I also say RIP to 400 deaths in Syria?.... says so much for me. And your question......And then what?.......for me is very strong within the context of your poem, of which for me is well crafted and offers quite a fast paced read.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh, i resonate with every word and line in every fibre of my being. Sigh. The people need to rise up everywhere. Syria is just breaking my heart. Every senseless gun death, racism at Starbucks......we know so much better than this. I have to believe the tide will turn, because if it doesnt, humankind is in great peril.