A Poem on Leaving the Junk Behind
If You Can’t Get Your Body Out, At Least Get Your Head Out
A Poem on Leaving the Junk Behind
By Jane Tawel
December 19, 2020
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For several years I have been longing,
To flee my country, that’s been wronging
The little ones, the poor, the weak,
The different-hued, the hurt, the meek.
And while I wish I could just run
To somewhere that would be more fun
And somewhere that the rulers rule
By being kind, not being cruel;
Well, I have realized I am stuck
And so, I have to fight this muck.
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The thing is that the people helming
Are far too often overwhelming
In getting in my craw and mind,
And making me feel raw, unkind
To others and to my own self.
So, I decided to now shelve,
The crud, and junk, and just plain meanness
And I will find some light and cleanness
by taking a long holiday,
from reports of the ones who prey
on peace of mind and care of heart.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ll do my part,
To care for others and be strong,
To fight for rights, and right the wrongs
And I’ll stay here right next to you,
But if I can’t escape in true,
At least I hope that I will find,
That I can go elsewhere in mind.
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And so, I recommend today,
If you are feeling evil’s sway,
Or just can’t listen to more fools,
Or watch as people worship ghouls;
If you wish you could run away,
As I have wished day after day,