Uprooted, It Hurts Poem by Sandra Feldman
Uprooted, It Hurts
I know the Earth,
Turns round and round,
But why is it today,
That everything is upside down,
All going the wrong way?
I feel like an uprooted tree,
My roots up in the air,
Witnessing contradictory things,
That now are everywhere,
The death of beauty and respect,
And all that once was fair.
Thursday, June 11, 2015
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5/8/2024 11:47:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It isn't just now, Sandra. Things seemed and have been this way for millennia. I think they are more readily seen and experienced once you reach a certain age and are no longer preoccupied with shallow pursuits. When I find myself getting focused on the negatives of society in this day and age, I make a conscious decision to find the good and positive in this world. There is a lot of it.