A POEM FOR THE FRIEND WHO SACRIFICED By R.M. Engelhardt

A POEM FOR THE FRIEND WHO SACRIFICED

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Aren’t you that kid
Who plays the harmonica?

The old man
Sitting in the wheelchair
Said

They had told him
That he had a visitor
But he doesn’t recall
Having any at
The nursing home
In a very
Long time

The nurse told
Him it was an old
Friend, a man with
A beard in his late
Fifties in a cap

But the old man
Now near 80 had
Lost much

Memories and loved ones
Books and all the things
That had made him
Him

Himself

Near deaf
And near blind

The loss of months
Weeks

Years

Within his
Own mind

And when
The lost friend
Walked in he could
See the loss
The sadness upon
The old man’s face

And he said:

Well sir.

It looks like
Both of us have
Lost a few things

” But do you remember the words?”

” The poetry?”

All the crowds of
People the voices
In times of
Change?

And the horror
Of how it all went
Down, the battles we
All fought for people?
The ones for all our souls?

Freedom?

But the old man
Just stared into space
With no recognition

No emotion

In silence

But then?

The man in the cap
Pulled out a harmonica
Out of his pocket

And started playing
A familiar song

And the old man
Smiled

And as he
Played a single
Tear ran down his
Face

And the old man
Softly said:

“Thank you”

“For Everything”

And then
Sitting in his chair
Quietly passed

Away

~ R.M. Engelhardt
©2022

American Portrait MLK Poetry Project

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Happy To Be A Part of This PBS American Portrait Project On Martin Luther King Day.

~ R.M. Engelhardt

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I’m Just A Writer

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I’M JUST A WRITER

One-day.

When all this horror ends. Death ends from this virus. When we have thrown all the walking talking garbage, excrement out of our Whitehouse, the lunatic sociopath and all his corporate friends and buddies. When we as the people who have the true power learn that we cannot trust let alone ever again follow both monied Republicans nor Democrats because of their complete incompetency during this time of mass desolation and we have finally renewed our freedom, re-established our Constitution and our liberty and have put in change/elected intelligent, experienced & actually educated and smart people whose job it will be to repair and heal all of the monsterous actions that Trump and his cabinet have done to our country, world and environment … our people and our nation then maybe one-day when I am very old I will start writing poems about beauty, love, nature and maybe even flowers. But until that day comes I will with all my heart and all my soul write poems that are true and I will fight the powers that be until this vision this hope finally comes true and becomes a reality. So until that day I will not change nor accept the condition of this country or world and neither should you.

Because America my friends is in ruins due to the fault of one single insane individual and we know what must be done whether your conscience chooses to accept it or not. For we have been used, lied to and betrayed. Thousands are now either unemployed or dead. And this is unforgivable.

So will you just watch all this happening from the comfort of your living room? Or are you a real human being who believes that this world should be safe and free for your children and many generations to come?

Me?

I’m just a writer.

But what are you?

~ R.M. Engelhardt

REPETITION

 

REPETITION

 

So let us call this

Ruin

Civilization

Written
Upon an ancient
Wall

Built
By the
Living
Dead

Without
Empathy

Mass
Hysteria

A history
Without
Clarity

Created
By egos

Inhuman

And not
True men

A standing
Headstone

Marking
The end

Of freedom

 

 

~ R.M. ENGELHARDT/2019

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“And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about.”
John Steinbeck, East of Eden