My heart breaks,
at the sight of broken glass,
that we are so despised
there are those who would wipe us out.
My heart breaks,
there is so much hate
it cannot be contained in the vessels of society,
and spills out in schools and universities,
at businesses, and on city streets.
My heart breaks,
living between anguish and anger,
between despair and determination,
between numbness and never again.
My heart breaks,
when silent screams in the night
call out to God to bring the day,
while the sage voice of history calls on us,
to respond with moral clarity,
and the fierce flame of courage
tries to illuminate the way.
My heart breaks.
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Oops. Have the wrong title in my comments a few minutes ago. “Between Anguish and Anger” is what I should have said. Mea Culpa.
Well said, Larry! Thank you for sharing your experience through this poem. All our hearts break when hatred manifests in malicious acts.
Your ability to put feelings to words continues to amaze me. While we also feel the outrage and hurt, you are able to give us all a voice. Thank you.