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