strong harsh words,
16 penny nails driven
by a big hammer....
truth tears at the flesh
of the lie and the liar!
things arent pretty anymore.
hurt is real!
homeless is real!
jobless is real!
hunger is real!
the streets are real!
prison is real!
prejudice, oppression,
hatred, violence....
people used, and thrown away!
persecution... over religion,
over sexual choice,
over political viewpoints....
wars fought over oil fields,
riot squads beating peaceful protestors...
women losing the rights
to their own bodies....
lonliness, suicide, drug addiction....
a harsh picture, faces put on bodies....
and yet beneath it all
there still lies a beauty...
all human beings, all human beings,
made in the image of God!
how can we not respect each other?
and how can we overlook....
the value of life?
with trembling hands wiping away
the blood, sweat, and urine of life...
trembling hands that when joined
become the hands of prayer!
16 penny nails, with heart!
Reminds me of Simon and Garfunkel 'Hammer & Nail': the laundry list of all that is human and not. Sometimes it feels like a bent 16 penny nail and other times we get driven home! Best, c...
stop giving birth, stop having high hopes, there will be no want of, no frustration, no pangs or pains... Buddha did know more well...lovely.. like it..
In each flower there is beauty and every human, hope...great thought provoker which im glad lifted the spirit by the end...
This is so smooth...and clean...very nice poem...you are a preacher of truth....a philosopher....thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The walk of life. We are blessed if we can still see the beauty. I always learn from your poetry, thank you...