TOO LATE

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if I could I would love one and all from today

'til GOD knows when

but if I did I wouldn't know where to begin

so I'll stay where I am

in this present numbed state

it's not really what I would classify as love

but nor is it hate

if we knew exactly when it all was going to end

would  we try to change

and would the term of tour be shorter or

long range

what is really on our maker's magnificent mind

and indeed are the answers really out there

where he left them for us to one day find

when the time comes that I must look into the

eyes of death

I'm not sure I can honestly say I will remain

sane

are we really interested in what doesn't immediately

effect us or is our concern merely feigned

and in this hateful hour of high death rate

and national over kill

at whose door do we lay blame

of this sickening mess I've had my fill

I know at my own door hangs shame

shame for what we've done with all he's given

maybe his decision is not far off the day

when none of of us are no longer livin'

every night I lay down and pray for peace

if not peace then war among men to finally

cease..............

(written Feb 6,1991)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

about the first Gulf war and how the hype on the news was playing it up like it could be another Vietnam and frankly that scared me so this poem came out of that terrible dread and fear I was feeling over what was possibly going to come of my generation. thank God the media was wrong.

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