Rubber Ducky Poetry Hour

[PoeticWitch]

I lay myself down
Praying for dreams
Praying for the sweetest of dreams
Sweet dreams are made of these
But not for me
The Night Mares are stampeding
Through my dreams
Trampling the fields
The fields of love, life, and laughter
They surround me
Stamping their hooves
Fire in their eyes
Smoke coming out in puffs
From their noses
I spin in circles
Looking for a path of escape
But there is no way for me
To escape the rampaging Night Mares
They raise up
And down they come
Crushing me with their hooves
Breaking and smashing my bones
Overwhelming me with fear and pain
That follows me into the light of day
As I wake covered in a cold sweat
My heart beating so hard
I cannot catch my breath
As I cannot wipe the Night Mares from my mind

[PoeticWitch]

Enough
When is enough, enough?
So tired of words
Upon words upon words
Of how we as humans
Should be this way or that
But never shows in our actions
We as humans have a choice
To be of a loving nature
Or to be of a wicked nature
Choice is what makes us, us
Humans
What is human nature?
Truly?
Do we have it in our nature
To be altruists?
Or are we truly beasts?
Hidden in skins of a human
When is enough, enough?
Our own Police are being used
Used as soldiers of yesteryear's
To drive the Natives of this land
From this land
Down a trail of tears
Once again
When is enough, enough?
When we as humans
Have the right to cause pain and death
To any living creature
Be it cat, dog, elephant, or whale
When is enough, enough?
Where is God with his righteousness?
Why does he allow children to be abused
And murdered?
When is enough, enough?
When is enough, enough?
When is enough, enough?

[PoeticWitch]

Do we fight?
Or lay down to die?
Do we get up swinging?
Or just keep getting kicked?

I am on my knees
Praying for an anwer
From the Almighty
Or my fellow human beings

Waiting and waiting
Straining to hear
An answer
Am I worth it?

Does your life matter?
More than mine?
Whose life is more important?
A man, or a woman, or even a child?

Do we fight today?
Or do we lay down to die tomorrow?
Do we fight for our lives?
Or do we get kicked to death?

I am waiting and waiting
Straining to hear
An answer from humanity
Is there such a thing as compassion?

How much is a life worth?
Is there a price tag?
How much is my life worth?
Or a man, or a woman, or even a child.

Do we fight tomorrow?
Or did we die yesterday?
Do we fight for the lives of those who are to come?
Or do will we kick ourselves for our own stupidity?

I am waiting and waiting
Straining to hear
An answer from the powers up high
Will we survive?