Form: Kyrielle
Protect My Family
When I hear the news I weep;
I don’t know how some people sleep.
I wish that all were safe and free;
God, protect my family.
It seems as if the world’s gone mad:
What’s bad is good; what’s good is bad,
And selfish people gloat with glee.
God, protect my family.
I thought He died for everyone;
It doesn’t matter what you’ve done:
Wasn’t that the guarantee?
God, protect my family.
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteLovely and angry, too. I love the combination.
ReplyDeleteI liked reading this tight little poem for it says much about the anguish of today's politics/government -- and redefines family in a broader sense. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThe world is a family. Nicely expressed.
ReplyDeleteA fair question. Nicely written.
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