Cross Hairs
2010 by Mary E. Gerdt
Some saw us or what we have
as a target
And we got
Caught in the crosshairs
Of their eco-war.
How they care about the
Alleged habitat
Of the little bat
And not us.
And when I try to understand
How hard it is to know
Those around us can hate us so.
My Great Great Grandfather died on Shiloh’s soils
To free the slaves and do the right thing.
Speaking broken english, suffering death,
Was he caught in a battle of someone’s else’s thoughts?
When I caught MS I never thought
Anything could hurt like
When they caught us in the
Cross hairs of their
Eco-ewar
Until they did, again.
Mary, thought-provoking poem. Thank you also for the beautiful comment you left on my blog today. Luckily the comments get emailed to me so I read your complete text. On the blog itself only a portion is shown and for reasons I can't figure out, the comment section is disabled so I can't acknowledge and thank those that have stopped by. Just know I appreciate it. I am in awe that something I wrote could bring tears to someone's eyes. It makes producing these poems really meaningful. Thank you again.
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Thanks Judy. I do not know how to fix your comments issue but blogger help sometimes can help.I love comments to feel I am on the right track.Mary
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