I wrote this poem in reflection of what has happened with the result of the Presdiential Election. I want to say that this is my OPINION and how I FEEL. I respect you ideals at least of all you can respect mine.
In a matter of hours In a matter of one day Our hope burned out The rights we hold dear to our hearts Disappeared like a ghost in the night The young’s eyes, filled with exuberance and innocence Look up into our own, asking us “Why?” “Why did we do this?” Our silence speaks volumes As the dark cloud hovers In a matter of hours In a matter of one day
The King’s dream The stem of our fight for change Our cause for hope A laughingstock amongst arrogant men The lady in green A symbol of freedom and dreams Now shivers in fear Uncertain of what is to come The flag, waving proudly in the heavens Lost all meaning In a matter of hours In a matter of one day
The media says “Accept” The media say “We must unite” The media does not say “We’re sorry” The idolized, used, benefited Not once seeing the truth The trust has gone The pain lingers In a matter of hours In a matter of a day
I feel lost I am angry I feel empty My country is gone My heart is shattered This heavy cloud has told me It’s not okay that I’m me It’s not okay that my family are here My friends are different when we are one in the same Now, we must wait Our uncertain future lurks around the corner All the progress we made All the hope we accomplished Undone In just one hour In just one day
I wrote this short story in high school and thought I post it here. Hope you enjoy! 🙂
Seeing nature is different these days. The birds would sing their lovely melody to the new world. Trees would whisper to each other as if about the latest gossip of what happened this past winter. Their hands budding new leaves and spreading out their newly sprung fingers. The new scent that gives a great feeling that something good will happen. These are the fascinating things I would have observed. But today I see my heart dark and gloomy. The birds are all gone and the trees are all dead. The ground is barren not springing out new life. I am just staring out the window of our new house and see all of this instead of the transition of new birth. Continue reading “Cold Summer”→