White Cloth Poem by Kay Bressner

White cloth,
torn flesh and
ripped arteries

Technology now exists
to broadcast this continued history
of lacerated dreams

Explosions of extreme
evil ignorance committed,
violating life and gentility

No respect for the beauty of peace;
(nurturers know what many men
can't sense nor see)

Devaluation of grace and
the future of the human race

Splattering of blood and debris,
the shattering of possibilities,
reason blown to bits

Hearts that beat no more,
those that struggle to carry on,
love that lives

the children

Neither hard metal nor bursts of flame
will ever erase goodness,
faces of compassion and bravery
from this politically divided earth

But the people's pain is a complex
and chronic disharmony
of speeches and weapons.