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Killing Our Selves


Wake up to another morning in sunlight brilliance

look about a world of passion, beauty, resilience.


The news, what we read; our beautiful children too,

can we not forget the one hundred and thirty two,


kids, smiling faces with pure innocence abound,

they knew childlike pain, seeing upheaval all around,


their villages, their homeland, filled with a political strife,

suggested each one, each kind soul, compassion in life.


Yet, the saddest part of any mindless tragedy is the possibility,

the notion that what in future days held welcome opportunity


could be destroyed by the swift arm of pure evil mindset,

this hateful world must begin to leave us certainly upset,


Quell that apathy, and rise above our human monotony,

of believing the horrors are a globe apart, so far away.


In Pakistan, we stopped human life from exploring their dreams,

while across the bay in Cuba rhetoric said welcome to a regime,


In your home and ours, in everyone’s world the breathing slows,

in the elegance of natural cause, not striking down, insidious blows,


of torture … power is such a menacing tool so ill-met with malice,

we are all guilty of seeking ownership, claim of that sacred chalice.


Can we be a society, a nation, a planet of people perhaps that may cease,

to extinguish our hopes, our dreams, and wait, open our arms toward peace.


© Thom Amundsen 2014

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at

5 responses

  1. I ran out of words so long ago. Only prayers are left.


  2. thank you everyone for your kind words.


  3. Reblogged this on Salvoes in Faith and commented:
    So sad…only tears and prayers to offer for what they’re worth.

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  4. Thank you for saying what needs to be said of the sadness and evil that rip our compassionate hearts. I will continue to do what I can to promote a positive force in our world.

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  5. This weighs heavy on many a heart, thank you for addressing something too awful to comprehend and upon which so painful to meditate. God Bless us all, Lord have Mercy.

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