These Times

Who is at the table
negotiating peace?

A trans man
bares his brave chest
Is his flesh not
our flesh?

Indigineous mothers
cry for lost daughters
Is their plight
not our plight?

Shopkeepers moan
how long can we endure
the inequities
of an indifferent eye?

Child of mine
what future awaits
as I watch our progress
slide, painfully in reverse?

I want to be a beacon
of encouragement
believe that harmony
even exists

But the noise
in the streets
is deafening
truths trampled

The false prophets
the politicians
the blinding pull
of greed

There are none at the table
but anarchy’s decoys.


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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

52 thoughts on “These Times”

  21. This!!! I felt your poem in my little soul. Struggle with the same thoughts myself. I am holding onto my delusional hope. Great works, beautifully written VJ

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      1. Same VJ. I think iys the only thing we really can do is have hope. It feels like the entire world id turned upside down in big ways that are out of our control. The only thing left is to have hope. Sorry if I sound negative Nancy ish .

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