While re-organizing, I came across the following poem by a member of our Poetry group, and have graciously been permitted to share it with you.  It is by Patricia L.H. Black, written in 2/2018.  An earlier poem of hers can be found on my Flash Fiction and Poe/try Page, titled “What’s Wrong With This Picture?”

 

I don’t want your thoughts and prayers.

They are as hollow as they are hackneyed.

What good are they in my time of grief?

I want my daughter back!

 

I don’t want your thoughts and prayers.

I want to know how you calculate

Just how blood money covers a living child.

I want my grandson back!!

 

I don’t want your thoughts and prayers.

Just tell me: Do you ever try to wash

The bloodstains from your heart and soul?

I want my fiance back!

 

I don’t want your thoughts and prayers.

Do the torn and shattered bodies

Ever disturb you in your sleep?

I want my neighbor back!

 

I don’t want your thoughts and prayers.

You know where you can put

Those thoughts and prayers.

I want my country back!