Song and Sorrow

People Over Politics, Country Over Capitulation, World Over Wealth!

Masked and Packing ~ Philip Brent Harris


My story is one of song and sorrow
That’s been told long years before.
Should it then be shared tomorrow?
Our many futures as others kissing,
Use my lips, caress with my hands?

I’m the newly born, shocked awake
In the cold, sterile light of delivery.
The chilliest night with fire blazing
I’m both a lover’s smiles and tears
In our constant search to be loved.

Snatched from womb and warmth.
Seduced, urgently we draw breath,
Swift slap into shock, pain and fear.
Synchronous heartbeats now silent,
Causing lost, angry cries and tears.

We settle within our mother’s arms
Every unknown harm is briefly held
At bay. Yes, our tears will be dried.
How long before we hear the lies?
Knowing all comprehend our cries.

Still, we learn to speak and  stride,
Say what we win or lose in a game,
Folly toil and strain, none to blame.
All seek to fill empty places within,
Which we’ll not fill until we’ve died.


VOTE, November 3, 2020!

Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment


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