I cannot find the anger
I am crushed by the sadness
another senseless shooting in America
another bombing in a far off land
I grew up with terror in Mississippi
another murder
another bombing
another church burning
not at my doorstep
not as I picked up my newspaper
no death at my church
but neither retribution from my god
I grew up with racial wars
with the war in Vietnam
the martyrdom of saviors*
the hatred of the ghostly mob**
now I am numb to death
in my grief is hopelessness
I cannot find the anger
I am crushed by a weight of tears
~~~~~
*Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy. ** The KKK.
Written with so much feeling. The weight of tears is indeed great as humanity keeps suffering at the hands of brutality.
It sometimes seems that the cruel brutality of man will never end. I actually think its in our DNA. And I hate thinking that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I cannot find the anger I am crushed by a weight of tears=great verses, Barry
I feel that the world is buried in grief. Terror never came to my door but it was all around me for my entire life.