The circle grows
Tighter
Like a viscous noose
Around my soul.
Every passing day
Am surprised
At my endless supply
Of tears.
Growing heavier
In volume.
Wondering
Will this pain
Ever end?
At what started
As a small trickle
Has become
A raging river
Of blood and tears.
Covering everyone
Regardless
Of one's ethnicity
Nationality
Religious views
And gender.
Shall we
Be able to
Move beyond
Our hatred.
In embracing
Each other
As brothers
And sisters.
Thus
Showing love
Isn't limited
Just to God
Alone.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: Dedicated to, all victims of violence, wherever, you live.
Yes, I am aware, that the title of this poem, is very similar, as the graphic novel, X-Men: God Loves, Man Hates, published by Marvel Comics. For many years, growing up, I found refuge, in the pages of X-Men comics, allowing me, a place to dream and hope for, a better future, from the violence plagued years of my childhood and into adulthood.
