W.Jude Aher
where Art touches Poetry and puts the united states literary world to shame!
Just a Poet; Never just!
by: Jackie Aher
"I cry my Poet Tears across all my country's Greed andHate!"
any
other name for trump is white
my
country
my
country
what
has become of thee
of
our children
who
is left to educate them
when
their state no longer
cares…dares
the
people our people are not
just
made up of old white men
our
people our beautiful people
are
black, spanish, asian
every
shade of beauty
what
has happened to our middle class
who
now pay their mortgage, barely
in
taxes to a president
an
old white rich man
with
dementia
a
so called man
a
grifter, golfer
and
a hater of all things
poor
and
all you fools voted for him
in
fear of a black woman
ENJOY!
dust
bowl blues
face
down in the
dust
covered dreams
sunlit
skies
covered
in lies
tears
fall from eyes
as
only laughter
standing
before the walls
walls
of delusion torn
daring
to wash in
disbelief
till
your skin is raw
before
dawn
child
of light
colors
dance in her head
in
a dream
dark
dust drifts down
black
is light
light
dwells
the
deepest dark
child
of night
emptiness
without echo
where
between the stars
if
i reach
where
dares a child
to
believe
to
see
to
be
quietly
before dawn
where
dreams dare dance
where
freedom as whispers