To Restore their Dreams
I cannot keep silent.
Around me I see deception harnessing
the backs of hapless wanderers.
I watch greed overtaking their confusion
and their pain.
My mouth cannot form words,
My tongue lies frozen.
I turn to my fingers,
set them free in a ball of clay.
In dirt I can sculpt this hell,
I display my sorrow
voice my outrage.
My anger speaks from contorted mouths.
My fear emerges from their grief-creased eyes,
My angry fingers touch their anguished
ones, bring them into light
Caught up in this muted vision
I reach out to you.
Can we reshape
this twisted human nightmare,
transform it to a dignity-filled urn?
Let us replace despair,
join hands, together
restore these broken dreams.
"With all the beauty surrounding me here above the Verde Valley, how could I not create more beauty?"