(Poem) Grief and Other Types of Love by Mary Saracino

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The troubled world wails
let’s loose a blood-curdling dirge.
My ears ring with the sound of sorrow.
My heart is heavy with grief.
So much evil everywhere.
My eyes weep as I behold
the inhumanity, the wars,
the genocide, the gynocide,
the racism, the cruelty,
the power-mongering
of oligarchs and autocrats
who never have enough.
I do not know how to stop the hatred,
stem the tsunami that rises
vowing to overwhelm
all that is good and true.
They say that love always prevails.
The most powerful force in the universe
can eviscerate the wickedness
end the destruction.
But love is a verb
that requires action,
not candy hearts and flowers,
though these are necessary too,
Love demands resistance, truth-telling
fierceness, resilience.
Grief is our armor;
Love is our shield, our sword
our battle cry.
We rise. We march. We persevere.
We will not surrender.
Like trees in a wind storm
we may sway, we may bend,
but we do not break.
Grief and love.
Love and grief.
Twin souls.
We must be allies in this war
that seeks to replace truth
with lies
that seeks to erase empathy
and instill cruelty
undoing all that is
sacred and humane.

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