Deaf and Blind – From the Archives – 2015

Yesterday in Syrian Kurdistan

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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Remember him?


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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9 Responses to Deaf and Blind – From the Archives – 2015

  1. beetleypete says:

    Who can forget him? Obviously many…
    I retweeted this today.

    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Oh wow, such a powerful piece a powerful piece. I’m so ashamed of our government, I never thought my great country would do the things I’m witnessing.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. toritto says:

    Heehee. Not Pete. Frank, Holly.


    Liked by 1 person

  4. Too sad for words.

    Liked by 2 people

  5. A heartfelt poem, Frank. We in America lead such frivolous lives while the peoples of the world suffer the consequences of our foreign policies.

    Liked by 2 people

  6. Elizabeth says:

    And to think more than half of our citizens voted for someone else. I mourn with those who mourn.

    Liked by 1 person

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