I wrote poems
While guys were ground into hamburger
Mistakedly dying
Because of an error, an omission
A deletion somewhere
In the chain of DNA's command.
I wrote poems
While a little boy in Baghdad
Got his arms and legs blown off
Due to a minor foresight.
I wrote poems
While rotting medicine
Expired on storage shelves
In the accursed name
Of cost-effectiveness.
I wrote poems
While young men
Raped by cancer, diabetes, or pain
Go homeless
Because God forbid
Should we have 'socialized' medicine.
I wrote poems
Composed of blood
Bathed in tears
And nevertheless
Merely words
words
words.
And no little gush of love
Could be big enough
To fill all these hollow, hardened hearts.
Denis Kucharski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wrote-poems/
