After the Storm

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After the storm

it all looked different

destruction was everywhere

and our hearts were broken.

Still our homes stood

in this sea of rubble

The sun rose

continuing its journey across the sky

and the wild birds

flittered about the feeder.

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Roll Call

Would the good of mankind

Please raise your hands now?

Are you still in attendance?

All I hear in this cacophony of voices

Are the whistles of the greedy

The shouts of racists

The fervor of religious zealots

The chest beating of narcissists

& the cries of the oppressed.

I know you are there, somewhere

Interwoven in this dark fabric of society

Doing good deeds for others

In humble silence

All but shut out from the print

& the stage of the media

Dwarfed by noise

But not by stature

Hidden in the chaos.

(writer’s note:  written  Fall 2016 during election season)

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