WOUNDED KNEES

At this time of celebration and joy there are far too many who kneel to cry.

WOUNDED KNEES

It came upon a midnight clear

While footsteps crept the lawn

No mother deer to call the calf

She bore...her newborn fawn

No silent night to softly sing

Of born new kings and peace

No silver bells to peal the night

With sweet soft songs to please

With sirens blaring harm to those

Who walk the streets alone

For those who have no one to care

And aught to call a home

This time was meant for joy to all

And presents 'round the tree

But it's not so for many souls

Who crouch on wounded knees

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Reviews

[Lorry]

It does seem strange at times to use words like society and humanity when in any city of the world right now there are so many discarded and ignored by a society that considers itself civil.
I wonder what they think when they are ignored by someone walking their dog with diamanté collar and matching jackets.
Somewhere along the line we got our priorities mixed up.
Let's see if we can do better in 2021.

[Miss Sharon]

Indeed Lorry...perhaps we WILL do better in the new coming year. Thank you for your kind review. ~Sharon

[Gee]

Aye, it seems the shepherd is losing more and more of his flock as man becomes increasingly selfish, self centred, and lacking in compassion and love. And it will n doubt grow worse before improving.
Good morning

[Miss Sharon]

Sad yet true my friend.
Thank you for your comments. ~Sharon

[Dave Brown]

This is a terrible situation that has continually mushroomed
At one end we have people worth billions of dollars (who in god's name needs that kind of money) purchasing super yachts etc. and at the other these poor souls with not much more than rags
It is a terrible imbalance and Covid has made their plight even worse

[Miss Sharon]

So true Dave. There is so much injustice in our world. ~Sharon

[Arundass TP]

The last four lines pushes the poem to optimistic approach. Good work

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you so much for your kind remarks! Happy New Year. ~Sharon