At dVerse Lisa is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to respond to a line from a poem ‘Notes On Uvalde’ from Girl Du Jour. To read that full poem follow the link below. The line offered is “These are the things they don’t tell us”
dVerse Poets – Prosery – How Many More Will It Take?
Photo: http://www.gettyimages.com (found on Bing) High school students in the US protesting gun violence.
“This is the ultimate weakness of violence: It multiplies evil and violence in the world. It doesn’t solve any problems.” Martin Luther King Jr
I grew up torn by love, when the world was bruised by war and violence I was in pain, and I still am. When people are marginalised, hated and discriminated against I hurt too. Sometimes my anger boils in frustration. Why? Why can’t women determine their bodies? Who decides someones sexuality? Why Poverty? Why war? Why guns? Grief can be overwhelming even when it is vicarious. But we’re all in it together, it affects all.
The real pain of it all is the pain that comes from love, compassion and empathy. The alternative is to stoop into that gutter I am calling out. There is a cost to positive, non-violent action, to standing with the underdog, to protest, to speak out. Sometimes the cost is loneliness, sometimes it is wrangling with the impotence to effect change. These are the things they don’t tell us.
Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️
awareness, grief, injustice, life, politics, poverty, prose, protest, quote, Racism, war
“Because sometimes people who seem good end up being not as good as you might have hoped for.” Jonathan Safran Foer
Such Is The Nature Of This World
Not in a sheet-metal way,
but every junta is happily
into the fabrications business,
catering mostly to the facade.
industry covering over non-conformist
tendencies, critical thinking,
avenues of expansive thought,
playing the bunting safe in mono,
such is the nature of this world,
there is always an abundance
of mannequins, compliant, willing,
ready to dress themselves in
manufactured patterns of
something called truth.
Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®
VJs Weekly Challenge – Peripheral
Photo: found at dollarsandsense.sg
“In any marginalised community, whether people identify themselves or not affects us all.” Ani DiFranco
Does It Always Have To Be?
Does it always have to be,
that there is an inner and
then a fringe dissociated,
yet desiring to be included,
unable to make the cut,
discounted, excluded, kept
in view to taunt with visions
of what they could have and
be, a group that is worth the
jealousy it presumes and the
power it assumes that people
are but pawns to exploit and
money is the breath of life
exclusive to the few, an
ephemeral intimacy to
worship and adore while
standing on the sorrows of
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Grace at dVerse is hosting Meeting the Bar, and the theme we are invited to write about is Protest.
dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Protest Poetry
Photo: ocjndaily.com Ocean City, New Jersey, a protest in response to the murder of George Floyd.
“There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.” Elie Wiesel
There is no life in you,
you who are nothing more
than a husk blowing in the
winds of rebellion,
I see your guns and gas
uniformed in fear of decency as
you sneer at the sensitivities of
ordinary people concerned for
some semblance of democracy
midst the pious, honeyed corruption
you pedal to steal the dreams of
our children as you piss in our waters
and foul our fields with your
poisonous rhetoric so religiously
flavoured as to make God vomit,
while you continue to kill your
own as if blood stains down your
highways is some note of triumph
for the totems you bend to in your
spineless dereliction of humanity.
You can kill my body but you will
never kill my enduring spirit that
is me, we, together naming your
legacy of fetid lies and murder,
and we will make a road of integrity
to pass right over you without
memorial or reward save for some
flowers to mark the hollow graves
that you are.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
community, Economics, Free Verse, injustice, justice, life, philosophy, poem, politics, poverty, protest, quote, Racism
Photo: borgenmagazine.com. A scene from India, but could be from many countries.
“An imbalance between rich and poor is the oldest and most fatal ailment of all republics.” Plutarch
Mind The Gap
Herald of bad tidings,
grimy sloth, slippery
grease slime money bag
of hypocrisy and venality
belonging to that
cabalistic horde who sold
their souls while like dogs
in heat for the lusted
promise of one more
crooked dollar to feverishly
snatch from the hope of
lives devalued, being left
to deconstruct their love
in abject, lonely missery
as if they were deserving
of a punishment so severe
for the crime of being born.
©Paul Vincent Cannon