Social Justice Poetry

Valhalla | A Social Justice Poem by Susan Marie

Valhalla - A Social Justice Poem by Susan Marie - Photo Copyright Ronald Sorrento

We are building roads to roads
that build roads to
nowhere

people are at the same time
sane and insane

are you listening
to the wind
as she whispers
when dawn drags her belly
pregnant and full
across the purpling skyline
as the sun
places her hand
ever so warmly
upon the nape of your neck

and the sea
bellows
stop
stop
stop

just stop and listen
no
do not even try
just be

good
follows
good follows
nature and trees
and all that is
Earth and dirt
and sand
and you and me

you
see
it is not easy
to
simply
be

left to right
to
center

as the Earth bellows
bombs
like airstrikes
on the innocent
and we keep voting
and protesting
and dying while alive
living in a
free state of
mind controlled
flight

where do I turn
when the world has gone mad
and everything is on a
merry
go round
and
rounds
of bullets fly
from lips, pursed
in hate
and anger
rising
like Valhalla

and the Valkyries scream like
eagles scrying

thunder

We are building roads to roads
that build roads to

nowhere

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Photo copyright Ronald Sorrento, Vietnam Vet, a peace sign made from m-79 high explosive grenade rounds.

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One thought on “Valhalla | A Social Justice Poem by Susan Marie

  1. KRUSHNA CHANDRA MISHRA

    ROADS TO A DESTINATION
    —————————–
    Why do you ask
    Where these roads
    Are meant finally to lead?

    Even if you get
    An answer on known
    Or planned destinations
    Would you be happy?

    You I know would
    Ask more questions
    And more answers would
    Make you beg more and more
    Answers still with you
    Not exactly knowing
    When to stop ?

    In your growing curiosity
    You only show impatience
    And intolerance about things
    In this endlessly changing world
    To know which is anybody’s
    Genuine interest and liking.

    Would you but be a child
    In your thirst for knowledge
    That announces itself in your
    Long and marathon questionings
    On where the roads run to?

    Are you not in maturity
    Asking all these questions
    Knowing fully well that all
    The answers others offer
    Only customarily and for courtesy
    Are far short of true and expert
    Answers beyond which there
    No appetite for further questions
    Must be so certainly left?

    —-kcmishra