I am not religious but I’m praying now
I am not religious but I’m praying now I try to forget the horror of the day and concentrate on writing poetry There is no horror here I tell myself But I can’t look away I check the news every hour And each time it’s worse The atrocities! I’m overwhelmed with anxiety Exactly where the ‘Powers’ want me to be Paralyzed and quietly submissive Complicit even It’s breaking my heart to see the destruction Of everything I’ve ever believed in History, Art, and Humanity (I studied all three at University) Is it too late for Peace? Lord help us please! Prompt: “write a poem in which a profession or vocation is described differently than it typically is considered to be. Perhaps your poem will feature a very relaxed brain surgeon, or a farmer that hates vegetables. Or maybe you have a poetical alter-ego of your own, who flies a non-wan, treasure-hunting flag with pride .”