by salt poisoning, chemicals, or crunch of infant skull
when will men honor
mothers’ calling?
where have hope’s
children gone?
Linking with dVerse Poets quadrille prompt…sorry this topic is neither pleasant nor Christmasy. Yet our brokenness and sin is why Christ came…as an infant to a poor, young woman in seemingly scandalous circumstances. Would we have aborted Jesus?
Joining dVerse poets with quadrille #44 for “kicks” tonight 🙂 A “quadrille” is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including title…I counted hyphenated words as 2.
“Ihave a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.” – Martin Luther King, Jr.
What happened
to distinctly american dream
of liberty & justice
for ALL,
equal opportunity regardless of race?
What happened
to respect
for human life,
our constitutional
law & order,
non-violent freedom of
speech & assembly?
What happened
to ONE nation
under God?
Wake to dream again!
Quadrille (44 words) for dVerse Poets where De invites us to dream together!
follow
hot pavement
highway 26 winding
thru Hatch, New Mexico,
small, world famous,
village heats up
every Labor Day
weekend for
Chile Festival
greenest valley
of state grows
best peppers,
pecans, cotton.
also home of
Sparky’s
green chile
cheese
burger
you’ll
wanna
drive
in
Quadrille #35 prompt with Kim hosting at dVerse Poets pub this week…
a poem in my pocket 
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