Remember the Prisoners

December 2, 2009 at 7:02 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

Could I erect a monument to my suffering brethren
I’d kneel before it, kiss the marble, shed some tears
Then turn and walk away

So removed from agony as life is far from death
I look, I hear, I close my eyes and weep and pray
Until my comfort fades their pain

To me their pain is words printed on glossy
Bold italic prayer line news
And pictures

Starvation is a word that makes my stomach growl
And shrunken limbs bring gratitude for plenty
But a full belly soon forgets

A little pain can make me feel for suffering brothers
And for a moment rising prayers can bridge the gap
Soon their pain is past my mind

To me their pain is words printed on glossy
Bold italic prayer line news
And pictures

To them it’s breathing down their collars
Creeping up their mind and heart
And engulfing.

Copyright 2006 by Abigail

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