Poem by C.C. Arshagra

Now Carry the Tears that Feed You

Go head and close the eyes
that look into the pain you feel
when extreme hunger
pulls on your belly

Here
see the love
of yourself now
as a mother to be

Now carry the tears
of a child inside you
being nourished alone
by your undying heart

Understand the cost
of there is no way, use, or time
for you to blame poverty,
the profiteers of war,
the heartless manufacturers
of mass migration,
the GMO malnutrition markets,
God's tax exemptions,
organized religion's vaults
of priceless jewels, art,
and real estate holdings

For now the littlest of heartbeats alone warm you.

There's no use in waiting
for inhumanity incarnate to stop being global oligarchs
who only live to play war games
with their puppeteering selves

​You are too busy giving
every morsel of compassion
you have
to your belly of hope,
and yet still share your heart
with everyone selfish enough
to only pity you
while they eat.

Arshagra is self-taught; guided by benevolence to live and leave a body of work. He owned and worked in the upholstery and interior design business. After his mid20s he spent most of 20 years in Boston driving taxis and horse carriages. His life in the arts include the movement and healing arts, free-speech advocacy and activism, venue concept creations, videographer, public arts archivist, publisher, author, visual artist, a multi genre writer, and a poet with a new book. More at www.ccArshagra.com

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