Nothing to Write - POEM of the WEEK!

Nothing to Write

I see starving towns and big money
I see blood and false-testimony …
And if you were President
In a world when no one repents
To the God they say does not exist
On the forgotten list
Will you have nothing to write?

In moments when I can only scream
For a dieing child, escaping in a dream
To the village called the earth
Her flesh is traded without worth
While my eyes remain chained to the flat panel
Another channel
With nothing to write.

And through the iron spyglass
Shared with a view exceedingly fast
I saw an image, but in reverse
Dictating my pending verse
On a page blank and crumpled and torn
Forlorn
With nothing to write.

Yet, a faultless messenger
Humbled himself before anger
And revealed a vision from the past
One which was meant to last
But he was met with fight and flight
When he had nothing left to write.

And I hear of wars and rumors of more

I hear of battle lines drawn at the front door …
But if you are President
As if you are the one sent
And if, you indeed, repair ev’ry shattered heart and broken window
With a peace below
Will you have nothing left to write?