Poetry by William Jeff Karr Change There is no vote that I have ever made, No word that I have ever spoken has had an impact On even the smallest of things greater than me Only the shade of red has changed In the pools of pain that surround the dying man: woman: child As it does naturally when we turn our backs And make our eyes upon the sky. The canvas has been painted of generations before Taken to the edge of the sheet forever stained. Is it unwise to think that we can change it now? Even as the crow awakens to the rising sun We take on the world with a heavy heart That was once alive but now it too, Has nearly been silenced But alas, in the silence we embark on a new day And for evermore we will realize We are the change that makes sense. Written September 2, 2013
Posted on: Mon, 02 Sep 2013 14:20:26 +0000
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