shimon weinroth


Restless Nights - Poem by shimon weinroth

I toss and turn
yearn for sleep,
undisturbed untroubled
for pleasant dreams
wide open skies
and lovely greens

clean fresh and unpolluted
brooks and streams undiluted
clean streets unlittered
smiling faces unworried unblemished

worry that when I wake,
my soul
I gave the Lord to take
has been polluted

by foul emissions
electric transmissions
skies littered with antennae
belching, pulsing, poisoning

I fear that when and if I
wake, my conscience gone,
the soul I gave in trust
was raped and soiled

by greedy economics
war mongering
criminals who
killed sleep

Lady McBeth
killed sleep, unlike others
she had
a conscience

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 18, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011


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