I haven’t had much to say
Because words feel useless
In a world that has become so small
Overnight.
I haven’t had much to say
Because for some, the ground is crumbling,
And I’m technically okay,
Happy, even,
While some people’s lives
Are turning to ash,
Overnight.
I haven’t had much to say,
Because these days I am afraid of my phone,
In the morning, I don’t like to look,
At who and what we lost
Overnight.
I haven’t had much to say,
Because whenever the phone rings,
My heart drops,
Wondering if we’re about to hear
About a nightmare
That developed
Overnight.
I haven’t had much to say,
As I quarantine with family
That I love
And that love me,
and I think of those who are alone
Or worse, with those they hate,
Or worse, with those they
Fear.
And I pray
That somehow
All of this gets resolved
Overnight.
–
Etti Krinsky
Photo by Rosie Kerr on Unsplash
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Dear Etti
Your poem is beautiful. However, if “black lives matter” and “orange is the new black” then “orange lives matter”. In all seriousness, ALL lives matter. That does not diminish the blight of racism in this country.
Lenny Levin
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