I’m sick to death
of death and dying
sick of tears, sick of crying
darkest days of
dark November
urged to feel
and to remember
darkness spewing from my pen
ring around the roses
…..again….
I’m tired of grieving,
sick of complaining
Of disbelieving and
no-one explaining
sick of this sky
it’s always raining
there used to be a moon,
And now it’s waning
darkness rings from my guitar
this is what we’ve got
…so far…..
there’s crimes of gender
crimes of race
wrapped in the flag
such a disgrace
where’s do unto others?
and talking face to face?
you left me behind
I can’t follow this pace
darkness spewing from my mouth
lynching, flinching, happening
…down south….
under the radar and
under the sheets
too many losses,
so many defeats
bombs in the cities
pounding up the streets
all we ever wanted was to
rest in peace
sick of second guessing
tired of being afraid
sick of learning lessons
tired of failing grades
I’m sick to death
of death and dying
sick of life
sick of trying
darkness spewing very bleak
not so bad when you hear
…..me speak….
Nov 13, 2016
