In
my mind, poetry should speak honestly before all else. Without exposing raw
emotion, it really falls short of showcasing the truest bits of our humanity.
With
that in mind, I’ve written a more frustrated piece this week, hearkening to
several weeks of hard knocks. The purpose was merely to vent some of the
mounting frustrations that I had been facing.
In my desire to expose some element of raw emotion, I hope it delivers.
Deliver
Me
Deliver
me, O Lord
From
a world of indifference
Cold
numbers and statistics
Mark
what should be much more
Cold
slabs of meat
All
that remains of humanity
Carcasses,
still drawing breath
In
a world of jaded despair
Where
went our basic dignity
And
respect for one another?
Lost,
like the teachings of the Law
In
that cursed Israelite generation
I
scream, I cry, I rail
Cannot
anybody hear me?
Songbird’s
call drowned out
In
the buzz of monotonous gray
Lord,
please deliver me.
Randall Madden
October 2, 2014
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