as members of the same tribe,
in the kitchen making small talk.
There's a strange underlying discrepancy
because
somewhere along the line
while sitting next to a fire
your great great great great grandfather
decided he didn't like my great great great great grandfather
(or maybe it was the other way around)
because one had more sheep
or one had more women
or one's skin started to darken
or one found the promised land first
or one faced the correct way while praying
or one had a better seat on the heaven bound train
such a shame these men
because their make-believe rituals don't matter now
my fire is still your fire
my tree is still your tree
my air is still your air
and we all mourn the same.
This is in response to this week's idea of making fire over at We Write Poems.
20 comments:
The last stanza is powerful Templeton!!....Love this one!!....And yes we do all mourne the same...so true and beautifully written!
Such truth---if we could all only internalize this one observation how different things might be.
the last one..i liked the most!
just a powerful batch of words
stirred by you
wonderful
I guess humanity doesn't want to see that we're all more alike than different in the end.
Your words are so very profound and could fit the situation in almost all of the world's troubled spots right now.
I know from my Northern Ireland experiences, that it takes very little to divide friends and neighbours at times, sadly.
Eileen
This is amazing. So well said. Grudges of religion, or material wealth, or any sort of grudge at all, it's sooooo not worth it. We are all the same on the inside!
amazing, love the last stanza, divine sentiments.
Templeton, thanks for visiting my blog. It's true - the old grudges are often the reason for bloody wars. Time to look at all our commonalities.
This might resonate with you:
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/04/05/black-history-month/
Peace, Amy
love it and so true about so many situations well written ..thank you
This is a soup to warm cold winter hearts.. lovely..
Profoundly resonating from such simplicity - your words ring true for many to empathise with.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you also for following my blog - I look forward to following the words of another teacher for I too spend my days in a glorious asylum!
glh :)
Such a strong message. So true!
Too bad so many people even today don't grasp the meaning of your last stanza. Thanks for visiting my blog!
Fantastic! We do all mourn the same but some people fail to realize. Great work!
Fantastic! We do all mourn the same but some people fail to realize. Great work!
share a piece with poetry potluck if you can,
appreciate your support.
oh, if only people understood that all are born equal and die equal, so the middle doesn't really give a hoot! :P or atleast, it shouldn't!
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and we mourn all the same...
beautiful!!!!
Oh this is just brilliant, and beautiful. I love it
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