Artistic Response C--Poem

Ode to a Converging World

Civil Rights, times changing
Freedom Fights, roads converging

People live
People die
Times come, times go
But always, a Choice will follow
We can go along, that we know
Or shelter ourselves in darkened worlds.
What a foolish decision.
Only pain and suffering lives within
God grace must be let in.

Julian and mother relax
Going down a familiar road
Everything safe, everything kind
Things are good, things are fine
But subtle messages become defined.

The passengers stare, judge
Silently, openly
Watching and waiting.

Only one stands aside
But sadly
Does not abide
By his own set of morals
His actions defined by a simple quarrel
With his mother no less
God’s heaven bless.

For every action spites his mother
Little respect for one another
Disagreeing on simple matters
While all is splattered
On the windshield of God’s Grace.
Race, color, and sex matters little to God
For He can see what we cannot.

And in the end
Judgment pending
No more lies reside
In this strong woman’s mind
Let God’s Grace be served
As is deserved.