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Beggars Lantern The streets are trashed with ignorance, the lamps shot out by intolerance.
It’s dark, I’m scared. I cannot
find my way. Where is the illumination called education? Where
is my government, my allies, who take donations, but will not help me? Where is the church and its minions, who want money and time and count souls as trophies? My future is up to them? No, no way. I will not let this happen.
To all, I say, even a beggar’s lantern can
make light. Be bold, be brave! Let us join together, united, unafraid,
and brighten the darkened corners of night. By
Ruth A. Souther | This poem won 2nd place in a contest
sponsored by the local Springfield, Illinois NOW, 1992. |
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Crazy Quilt He dies, each day. The sun in the corners of my world, now gaunt, eyes vacant, eaten alive by this plague. Oh, god, the pain. We were happy with everyday dreams, then left with no faith, drained of
hope by this plague. Don’t go, I beg. A faint smile was all he could muster, no
words were spoken as he was taken by this plague. My life, my heart. My love is no more than a small square, a tiny piece of a crazy quilt made possible by this plague.
By Ruth A. Souther - 1991
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Shoes For A Goose Dress the dog in doll clothes, cradle the cat in a carriage, go ahead, bury your head like an ostrich. Insulate, isolate, idealize, go ahead, stay
in that weary world. Try to fit shoes on a goose, go ahead, what do you have to lose? Poverty, war and hatred says every paper. Whispers in the
night confirm you are right. Go ahead, still do not listen even though the hundredth monkey calls. Go ahead, hesitate. Turn away.
By Ruth A. Souther
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Year Of Guilt Gave up red meat Turned down the heat Volunteered for charity Gave with responsibility, I did what I could. Murder of the rain forests Little
children are the poorest Women beaten and abused Elderly who always lose, I will do what I can. Toxic waste and nuclear arms Hatred and AIDS alarm Poverty,
discrimination, Rationalization and retaliation, I am afraid it will not stop. Save the earth, give hope new birth Common sense, give peace a chance Have
a conscience, look around Pay attention, take baby steps, Help me make a difference.
By Ruth A. Souther - 1991
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Ruth Souther, Author of the Immortal Journey series
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