Protest Against the Inhumane Treatment of Immigrants

Recently, I have found myself crying almost every time I’m on social media. Not a normal go to for me, but the pervasive amount of destruction going on with the immigrant refugees is only continuing to grow. The detention centers that have morphed into concentration camps is so appalling to me that I can barely handle it. My heart keeps breaking that such horrible treatment of other human beings are happening right here. Not in other countries far far away, but right around the corner from me. I ache at every separation of family and every child dying from neglect. I don’t even know how to begin to stop it from happening.

I’ve grown up hearing the stories of the WWII, the holocaust, being taught about the atrocities that occurred during that time. I cannot stand and watch it start to happen again without some sort of fight. However, I have been struggling to find anything I can do to help these poor people.

So, I did what I always do when I find myself feeling helpless. I sat down and started writing. This time it was a song that came out. My song of protest. It may not be much, but it’s all I have right now.

Take Action

I don’t know what your politics are, and I don’t need to know. Democrat, Republican, or other, I ask that if you have anything you can do, please fight this. We must stop this barbaric treatment of our fellow man.

These immigrants are human beings that we share this earth with who are looking for safety. People looking for survival. They are just as deserving of love and kindness as much as anybody. With all of the freedoms we have in this country, I feel like we should be sharing our freedoms, not killing those who are asking help to attain the same.

So far, I have been able to find some action to be taken by signing petitions or donating to the ACLU:


Donating to Raices so that attorneys have the means to take on the immigration cases in court:

Please help me in taking the time to choose even the smallest bit of action, whether it be signing the petitions or sharing the information. Just something to help this from becoming worse than it already is.

If you know of other ways to help support immigration, please share it in the comments.


When will you hear the voices

What will happen before you do

A slaughtering of constitution

What are we bearing witness to?

Shouldn’t a mother’s tears count as a thousand voices

A child’s life a million more

What will it take

What will it take to open the door?

How many voices do you need?

How many will be satisfactory?

Consider this one more

In your directory

For the plea

Of humanity

Close your eyes

You only see in black and white

Try another one of your senses

Maybe you’ll understand the plight

How many voices do you need?

How many will be satisfactory?

Consider this one more

In your directory

For the plea

Of humanity

Aren’t you haunted by the crying

Don’t you ache with the dying?

How many voices do you need

For there to be humanity

When will you hear the voices?

The Art of Depression: Kirsty Niven


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I have become utterly numb.
My skin has hardened to cement,
a statuesque shell of dissociation.
Blood streaks my skin, bruises blossom,
but no pain can get in.
This cocoon has petrified itself around me,
solidifying under every slight,
every glancing blow, every slice.
I watch the cigar burn down
until the embers graze my calloused fingers,
just to see if I can still burn.
The singed scent fills my nostrils
and yet coldly I only look on.
A laceration, a punch, a kiss from the whip –
and still nothing is all I feel.
Each nerve is dead, stillborn in my veins.
Love ricochets against me, unrecognised –
too foreign a concept to a fossilised soul.
Only the nectar drips of wine seep through
the stone of my scar tissue;
a red tear leaking through my mask.

Are You Looking For Poetry Opportunities?

To my Poetry Ponderbots:

I just happened across this site and thought to myself what a fabulous opportunity! I jumped right on it and just had to share it with you all. Check it out if you are looking to enter a poetry contest:

$4,000 Palette Poetry Prize

Deadline is April 15th. Submission is $20.

Also, just a reminder, we have still have 3 more poets coming up to be featured this week! We had the intriguing work of James Pompey last week and keep an eye out for the upcoming poets below:

Heather Pease – April 10th, 2019

Christina Brown – April 17th, 2019

Travis Atkinsonsessler – April 24th, 2019

Let their work excite you, ignite you, and fill you with passion!

*Disclaimer: Some poems are mature topics. Reader discretion advised.

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Can You See the Breeze – by Karly Robinson

Time to kick off for National Poetry Month!

Before we get into our featured poets, I have an incredible poem to share with you. It’s from a poet I previously featured, Karly Robinson. If you haven’t read her other poems, I encourage you to take the time to check them out: Paper Dreams and Gravel Road

Please enjoy!

Can You See the Breeze – by Karly Robinson

Can you see the breeze

Rustling up the falling leaves

Can you feel the wind

Gently prickling on your skin

Can you feel it now,

can you feel it now,

can you feel it calling out

Listen to it yell,

listen to it yell,

swelling up inside you now

What is home

And when will I be there

Where am I

Except fighting this weather

Who knows when

It will get any better

Someone told me

But I can’t remember

Did I choose this

Can it be changed

Fearing the choice

Instead of the pain

Facing the void

Inside of this train

Of thought


Catching fire in my mind

All the time

It helps to rhyme

 I’m fine

Trying it out for size

And I’m biding time

Trying to decide