Uvalde asked…
..to be translated, so I did.
Humanity
wears two old shoes:
one made of peace.
one made of news.
U in Spanish
is English “or”
valde means “worth.”
What’s worth this war?
Bull starts bully.
Bull starts bullet.
Up ends with set —
votes with ballot.
This tiny poem
of little worth
wears shoes of woe
on bloody earth.
NOTE: I used to believe that the sounds of letters in any language created words all people could access and use to create a better reality — for themselves and all humanity. Now I believe only in the sound of gunfire and its angry power to support the throes of illness, power, money, and violence. This sound drowns art, especially poetry, and chars every emotion felt by all humans…even the ones who seem to hide the char. The photo I provided is meant to calm, for it captured light, air, and water…the only emollients I can think of right now (besides the act of meditation) that may supply even a small relief. Reader, I love that you’ve read this far. Reader, I love you. Reader, together let’s combine our minds and our hearts to generate the kind of energy that can counteract the sounds and effects of gunfire. Please?
