if only we would
look past
the politico's rhetoric
flashed across the screen
day after day,
so we might see
those families
for whom poverty
is an unwelcome guest
who refuses to move out;
if only we would
listen beyond
the pious platitudes
so easily mouthed
day after day,
and with ears
finely tuned with compassion,
listen to the whispered prayers
of children whose future
seems so sterile;
if only we would
disassemble the walls
stacked word upon word,
day after day,
by the dissemblers of optimism,
and peer into
the faces of our sisters and brothers
mired in the pit
of hopelessness.
if only
we
would . . .
. . . day after day.
(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman
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