My Choice, Their Voice


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May my words dry the tears of a crying mother,...if only for a moment.

My Choice, Their Voice

Hearts break, souls ache;
   reality is cruel my friend.

Sons die, Mothers cry;
   on us they must depend.

Head in sand, or make a stand;
   ignore it or stand & fight.

Rich, poor, child or mature;
   equality, that's what's right.

My choice, their voice;
   "Justice!" hear me shout.

One light, shine bright;
   silver lining the cloud of doubt.

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kdarcy commented on My Choice, Their Voice


An interesting write, I read it a couple of times, stand wothout doubt. Be well k

knight4696 commented on My Choice, Their Voice


Corinna - Great heartfelt poem ... Very Insightful as well, Awesome flow and word choice. :) Ken



Thanks so much! Sending you huge hugs...♥

stellar commented on My Choice, Their Voice


Love your's like you are torn between the demands of convention and convenience over the demand of your own soul for it

HarverTomsson commented on My Choice, Their Voice


Yes, our techno capitalistic medicine show is doomed. Medicine and healing must return to being a ministry, not an enterprise to private wealth.

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

Corinna’s Poems (17)

Title Comments
Title Comments
That's me... 6
Someone, Anyone, Everyone! 16
Give You! 7
Take The Plate 6
Speak 4
My Choice, Their Voice 4
Lyrics In Motion 2
Love Bird Logic 21
The Poet Connection 6
Fibrodilusion 7
Journey To Justice 15
Dear Lord, 11
Gone Fishin 5
Pain Exposed 9
Old Fashion Valentine 9
Madame Delbard And The Morning Star 5
"The Place" 5