No Country Beautiful

"Just tell me
how to get out."
She never thought
her country beautiful.

Too much killing.
Too much crying.
Too much heartache.
Too much dying.

A sniff of disapproval
as clouds rolled in.
Violence wouldn't lead
anyone to happiness.

How can we
live in a world
without disaster,
when the solution
is to work together?

Author's Note

A poem I wrote earlier last month, but forgot to post.
It's pretty much about how our country is falling apart and thinking violence is the solution to anything these days. Enjoy!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
"How can we
live in a world
without disaster,
when the solution
is to work together?"
The solution is simple. Treat all life with respect. You open the door to along discussion. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Willard Wells]

I have come to the point of questioning if there is a solution as the world seems to be driven at the controlling level by greed. Money, land, oil, minerals and countries. We elect the driven, the ones that show success, but with that comes often Greed.

The world is changing and we cannot continue in the format we now follow. We must first as a country and as individuals assume a simpler life. The time of striving to have more than your neighbor are over. A simple life with love and acceptance around the world. Just a dream, but like you I hope.

Apparently I liked your piece and for me you struck a cord as I now step down from my soapbox. Excellent work. I am glad I found it. :) BTW. After reading your profile I will say that straightening out the world will take a bit more time than it takes to solve a Rubik's cube. Peace Out!