poetry critical

online poetry workshop



"Faith"
Dreamer89

I'm a Muslim American. Just like Christians have Church on Sunday, we have it on Friday. That's what I'm referring to with the first 4 lines. Thanks for reading!

Before you know it, it’s that day again
 1
We sit here gathered in rows of 10
 2
For this day only comes once a week
 3
As we slowly approach the weekend's peek
 4
 
 
The preacher speaks in words so true
 5
Deep down I wonder “If only they knew”
 6
That this is the message we really send
 7
The same message the media bends
 8
 
 
Its funny we say we’re after their bombs
 9
When we ourselves have bigger ones
 10
Sometimes I look at the innocent eyes
 11
I guess 8 years is what it took us to realize
 12
 
 
I see this war as a book with endless chapters
 13
Sometimes I wonder if we’ve forgotten what we’re after
 14
Its almost as if we can’t separate wrong from right
 15
I just wish 1000’s of innocent didn’t have to pay the price
 16
 
 
But despite this fact, somewhere in this world
 17
Laying under a jeep, scared and curled
 18
There’s a boy with no food on his plate
 19
With more fear in his heart but even greater faith
 20
 
 
So even though the death tolls continue to climb
 21
And the rich can’t spare the poor a dime
 22
I’ll always keep this thought in mind
 23
“If he can believe, why can’t I?”
 24

20 Apr 09

Rated 10 (10) by 1 users.
Active (1):
Inactive (0): 10

(define the words in this poem)
(8 more poems by this author)



Add A Comment:
Enter the following text to post as unknown: captcha

Comments:

0.387s