Well here are my first posts of poetry and I have to say this is the first of many hurdles that I am climbing over! Thank you to all that went before me.
The Girl On the Ladder
This girl has been getting in trouble
because she’s been sliding down the
ladder of life
she’s tired of climbing again and again
only to find herself
slipping once more.
She’s not sure what’s
going to happen
if she goes back to
the bottom again.
She’s afraid of what might
happen to her,
will she be able to get a grip
on the wrung
below or fall right
off into the abyss?
Borders Without Peace
Black heavy plague
The country is considering
closing for business.
A state of “Emergency” is declared
and panic is rising as helicopters
take to the air.
For borders and weapons we pay blood money.
How did we come to believe this was a good philosophy?
The land of “Freedom” is not so free,
it has a price and it will go to the highest bidder.
They hold us hostage with our own devices and
weapons as we are all running in circles
as the helicopters search in the night for their targets.
When will we free ourselves from the lies we
have been living?
When will we learn to speak with
A world where all are free
and then we will be free