Treat everyone as you wish to be treated.
Reading the news. Bad idea.
Listening to the gossip. Bad idea.
Seeing one photo after another.
Why are we forgetting the love?
What if I treated you the way you treat me.
As if you were dumb. Invisible. Worthless.
As if you had no spirit. No soul. No life.
As if you were created for me. To use.
What if I treated you the way you treat me.
Unworthy of respect. Of love. Of care.
Unworthy of saving. Of valuing. Loving.
Unworthy of a single thought after you were done.
What if I treated you the way you treat me.
Sharing your shame, with glee.
Your bleeding pain celebrated.
Your wounds amusing in passing.
What if we choose differently?
Living life with the price paid.
Loving life with the joy restored.
Believing in life, death conquered.
What if we spoke in love, lived love?
Not like hippy dippy. But genuine.
I care. Do you . Prove it by caring.
What if we only shared in joy?
What if we put the horrors away?
We know it is there. Gasping. Grasping.
We can take away it’s power. We can.
Stop feeding hate. Stop feeding fear.
What if we really were the change?
Now. Today. Smile and show you care.
Say a prayer. Say ten. For someone else.
Be thankful. For everything. Even that.
What if we could, and we would?
What then? Would the world pause?
Take a breath. Reset. Recharge.
Not for you. For them. Yes them.
So tired, lately, of the hurt and hate. The culture of fear and hatred. Instead of ‘DO NOT RAPE’ we teach, “Don’t get raped, and don’t get taped”. So tired of horrific photos begging to be shared with no action for change. No real desire of change because it is easier to reel from horror to horror instead of shouting STOP. STOP. ENOUGH. NO MORE. In my head this poem was more harsh, more hard hitting but I think we have had enough of that. We need some hope. Some love. Some ___________. Don’t you?
Sunflower Poetry 