PAD Challenge Day 15 (Two-for-Tuesday): "(a.i.)" and "kids"

 PAD Challenge Day 15 (Two-for-Tuesday): Write a form and/or anti-form poem.

 

(a.i.)

show me your honest-to-goodness
I’ve seen enough fake
fake news and fake love
 
my soul require authentic interactions 
show me your state-of-the-art heart
not a tweaked trend of someone else’s

 

 

kids

 

When I was a kid…

I can’t remember these

many kids dying from

roaring stomachs

louder than a late summer

early winter thunderstorm

lips cracking and mouths dry

as the Atacama Desert…

 

Kids…

killed by kids

killing themselves

killed by unknowns

killed by apples not too

far from their own tree…

 

Kids…

Imported and exported

across jurisdictions

like commodities…

 

I mean…

 

Real babies,

learning

how to play dead

in pools of young blood

in classrooms gunned down

just to stay alive…

 

Kids..

can’t even define happiness

in the sum of their happy meals no ‘mo...

 

Kids...

like teddy bears

we gotta hug..

almost inoculate love into them…

 

Kids…

with history almost history

they can barely identify a genuine

superman and superwoman…

 

kids…

quick to tell you

about nightmares verses dreams…

 

Kids…

eyes never seen so many deserted

left like leftovers

hearts bruised by the lies of fairy tales…

 

kids…

can’t even spell love

show and tell it

fill up an artificial heart with it…

 

kids…

who gon’ save them

teach ‘em

if they are learning from

us

 

 D'ElegantOne

 


 


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