Things

Things

broken Men

breaking young Boys

for they remember

pains of their own

“i made it” you said

and in our own head

we say

“i am OK”

and to you that validates

your experience

yet the cycle endures

for sure this equivocates

to

broken

families

communities

nations

our world

and our spirits

and though we do hear it

the calling to heal

we repeal

our higher conscious

for the world of things

sings

like the Siren of the Seas

“what about me?”

and the pleas

of need

from these children

the men of our tomorrows

who embrace sorrows

they do not understand

as does the man

of this day

the venue is doomed

to continue

though the cycle can be broken

someone must make

the token gesture

and take the pedals off

remove the wheels

that call themselves progress

for we have regressed

digressed

and must divest

our lives of the values

we and our ancestors so cherished

things

©  27 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.