Poetry
When All Is Falling Into Ruin, We Can Rebuild
Abecedarian Poem

Abandoned Buildings Crumbling Derelict from Ebb and Flow of wars Gone to seed Harmed by Incessant bombing Journalists risk all to Keep us informed Labelled as traitors by dictators who Manipulate the truth Never admit their errors and Omissions in quest to hold on to power People protest Question the Reason rulers Sabotage their future Take away their freedom Until all that is left is to Vote. Is it Worthwhile to place your X on the ballot with only one name? Your wars are fought by larger proxies Zero-sum game
Backstory
I wanted to write another abecedarian poem, and the poetry prompt Ruined offered me the opportunity to use that theme for this piece. Thank you Lucy The Eggcademic (she/her)!
My words are a reminder that there’s more happening in the world than the pandemic and US politics.
In many countries, the ruling party arrests journalists who criticize them on bogus charges (Philippines, Zimbabwe, Tanzania, Rwanda, Myanmar, India — to name a few) as the noose tightens on press freedom.
War continues in Yemen and Syria; Lebanon is struggling.
People are rising against dictators — Hong Kong, Belarus.
There is always hope as long as we don’t forget the rest of the world.
I didn’t intend to paint a dismal picture, but the prompt set the tone.
We shall never allow our future to be ruined as long as we build it together.
Thank you for being here.





