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Joined: 15-June 07
From: Springfield, Louisiana
Member No.: 446
Real Name: Larry D. Jennings
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
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Disaster’s Triage (tweaked - TY Lori)
Tin shacks and cardboard huts propped up with wood are gone. Uncaring Earth erased them. Both entombed in brick and stucco that once stood beside them. Raining down on those who could not seek a haven in the undergrowth.
No judge to rule on what was right or fair, to hear the anguished pleas of those who claim they had no food or clothing they could wear. Those were interred with friends and neighbors there among the piles of rubble, and the same
was true of fractured families who lay beneath the shattered buildings. All was black and dusty clouds blocked out the light of day. Some few, exhumed by those who found a way to rescue broken bodies, bring them back;
are granted respite from that final sigh. Not so for many others taken hence to lie in rest with strangers. Would that I were able to assist and help them by grief’s river flowing through indifference.
Tin shacks and cardboard huts propped up with wood are gone. Uncaring Earth erased them. Both entombed in brick and stucco that once stood beside them. Raining down on those who could not find safety in hillside undergrowth.
No judge to rule on what was right or fair, to hear the anguished pleas of those who claim they had no food; or clothing they could wear. That was interred with friends and neighbors there among the piles of rubble, and the same
could be said of their families which lay beneath the shattered buildings. All was black and dusty clouds blocked out the light of day. Some few, exhumed by those who found a way to rescue broken bodies, bring them back;
are granted respite from that final sigh. Not so for many others taken hence to lie in rest with strangers. Would that I were able to assist and help them by grief’s river flowing through indifference.
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When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Kindness is a seed sown by the gentlest hand, growing care's flowers.