Right Now Poem by Reginald Goodridge

right now
what's moving my heart
where could I spark
how could i start

with so many battles
hapless heaps
ashy hands
grubby feet

lips so dry
wanting a drink
not liquor just water
just blink, just think

the plight of a planet
rumors of war
death with ease
malaria for poor

money for rich
a billion a piece
and the other 5 billion
no shoes for their feet

oh, God help me too refrain
from speaking a hot mess
let my tongue be tamed
and lungs ever breathless

because

if I ever exposed
the anarchist dream
they'd sting me across
that Mississippi stream

like an ornament
i'd hang so long
after new years
and just before dawn

my sweet little girl
would greet me at tomb
wash my feet
and cleanse my wound

right now
non-of-that
i'll just relax
be a better Reggie
no plight, no facts...