Deaf and Blind

Pietà

Do we faintly hear the wail of women
over shrouds of sons and daughters?
She fed them just a bit ago
now they’re gone
taken by an errant bomb.

When she gonna rid herself
of all that baby weight?
Did you see her wow ‘em just last year
at that super fabulous Paris premier
with that dress slit up to there?

Do we faintly hear the wail of women
over shrouds of sons and daughters?
Couldn’t feed them; drought to blame
losers in the hunger game.

Did you see who won on Dancin’?
I can’t believe they were voted off!
Who is Taylor now romancin’?
How much for a pic of Blue?
How much?

Do we faintly hear the wail of women
over shrouds of sons and daughters?
Holding her blinded little boy
“fog of war” in “line of fire”
collateral damage on a Reuter’s wire.

She’s become such a style icon
combining that flirty mini-dress
with a form hugging blue blazer
perfect Spring shoes and bag
I love her new hair color.

Do we faintly hear the wail of women
over shrouds of sons and daughters?
Raped and murdered in the camps
while Western girls get bikini waxed
ready for Summer?

The Empire of the Deaf and Blind
pursuing the banal
all knowing Oz behind the curtain
trumpeting to the vacuous
how we are exceptional.

The drowning of the little boy
should haunt us to the end of days;
tearless the enemies of peace
Oh Lord, bring forth a cleansing flood of tears.

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http://singerman-frank.blogspot.com/2009/11/pieta.html

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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5 Responses to Deaf and Blind

  1. cindy knoke says:

    Oh man, you so clarify the corrupt nature of American popular appetites. You show us how shallow our culture has become.
    Dead babies pay the price.

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  2. sojourner says:

    “The Empire of the Deaf and Blind
    pursuing the banal
    all knowing Oz behind the curtain
    trumpeting to the vacuous
    how we are exceptional.

    The drowning of the little boy
    should haunt us to the end of days;
    tearless the enemies of peace
    Oh Lord, bring forth a cleansing flood of tears.”

    “The empire of the deaf and blind pursuing the banal all knowing OZ…”

    A one stanza expose on Merica and its self-actualized society!

    I almost commented on the last post with this child’s photo. But what words do I have for this photo, this tragedy?

    Such a sweet little guy. If there is a god, maybe he/she/it took pity on this child and took him away to a better place?

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  3. sojourner says:

    Reblogged this on An Outsider's Sojourn II and commented:
    “The Empire of the Deaf and Blind
    pursuing the banal
    all knowing Oz behind the curtain
    trumpeting to the vacuous
    how we are exceptional.”

    Like

  4. Pingback: Poem by torrito: Deaf and Blind | Tales from Genie and Lou

  5. beetleypete says:

    Spot-on, Frank. As it usually is.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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