Doctor Grandma

I see young faces

in Army gear

wearing cameflouge, helmets, backpacks, guns,

standing in lines to get on planes,

confused, and wondering why,

and when will we come home again?

and why are we going there?

because of leaders we cannot escape,

whose mouths now drip with blood.

Forgive them, Father, for they know not how

to make a peaceful world,

Instead, they send out younger men

to self-made danger zones.

The world is weary of their ways,

and mothers tired of giving sons

to wars brought on by power-hungry,

anger-laden fools.

Come home, my dears,

refuse to walk this path to living hell,

Come home and build a better world

of mutual respect and goodwill.

cfblack  01-04-2020

(This needs work.)

It’s a stock market gamble,

Stocks are doing well,

but we know who is winning,

it’s easy to tell,

We can see all the writing

on your glittery wall,

We know who’s benefiting

and who’s gonna fall,

So you keep on campaigning

for your dinosaur friends,

make hateful jokes,

and they lose in the end,

We want clean air and water

and our National parks,

we want schools to be safer,

we choose Light and not dark,

We want every last child

with its mother and father,

we want immigrants welcomed

with kindness and honor,

We want leaders who know

how to find common ground,

how to reach across barriers

to build up, not tear down,

You gambled and lost,

now get out of the way,

We have no more time

for your cruel games today,

You don’t own this country,

You are not my King,

We want the swamp drained,

so Freedom can Ring!

cfblack  11-17-2019

Weeping willow,

falling like a waterfall,

loving arms embracing me,

allows me to peer through to see the world,

but stay inside the canopy.

I am going outside

before the sun sets

and the last rays of daylight

still light the path,

I am going outside

for a walk in the park

while young boys still play

on the basketball court,

I am seeking the beauty

of a few Fall trees,

of a cooler time before the night falls,

I will walk a mile

and then return

to the light of my home

safe from the world.

cfblack, 11-11-2019

At night, a train calls,

whistle blows, somewhere far away,

Before that, taps, from the Army base,

signals end of day,

highway noise as background sound

gets louder when it rains,

and insects in October

still chirp the night away.

Here, standing,

between Earth and Heaven,

the Darkness envelops your being,

blends worlds unknown above and below,

with flickers of light to guide you.

At once, you know you are never alone,

and there is nothing to fear.

The Universe is a ribbon of light,

and you are a part of it.