This poem will be included in my upcoming book: Poems, Short Stories and Politics. Each poem will be followed by a short story from my past or a social issue connected to the poem and pertinent to humanity. I am in the very beginning stages of this project and will be working on it while pursuing my master’s degree, as time allows.
Of what value am I, sitting idly by;
the most precious amongst us, they so savagely let die?
Of what value are we, sweet land of liberty;
throwing away the most cherished, of our responsibilities?
The preserving of life, our most fundamental right;
gone to the wayside, vanished without a fight.
We cannot take a stand, cannot express what we believe.
They hear not truth, for the lost they do not grieve.
It is our right they scream! Our right to choose;
thinking absolutely nothing, of the precious life we lose.
Our bodies our choice they so proudly decree;
not seeing the pain, they pour on humanity.
There will be no right to life, not for you and me;
If we fail to fight for those we have yet to see.
If a newborn baby they can happily watch die;
what is it you suppose, they think of you and I?
Article posted with permission from David Risselada
