The Swear Poem by Tricia Marcella Cimera

I swear —

I want only to write poetry

about the beauty of the world,

the goodness of its people,

the gentle light of peace,

the kind mercy given

to the small and the weak,

and how the hand of god

reaches down and saves us

from ourselves, again and again,

oh bless us.

But.  Our leaders, our generals,

our presidents, our priests,

our fellow human beings with a

certain grinding power, and the

turn-a blind-eye, glad it’s not me

ones without, but just as bad,


won’t let me —


those Fucking Motherfuckers.

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