What does it take?

What does it take?

A Poem by October
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What does it take to get an ounce of compassion?
We’re scratching at the ground.
God, Please.
Make a sound.
 
The little girls in little bows
Are crying for their lives,
Clutching cotton and streaming cheeks.
We say we’re strong.
But I feel so weak.
 
Someone show me a f*****g sign.
Take me by the hand.
Someone show me a f*****g sign.
God, if you exist,
Help me understand.
 
If love isn’t enough to save us,
Nothing is.
My hands pouring veins like waterfalls in the rain.
Bury our sins. Let them drown.
God, Please.
Make a sound.
 
What does it take to get an ounce of compassion?
When we’re consuming each other like animals?
What does it take to get an ounce of compassion?
In a world full of destruction…
 
What does it take?
[when our soul is at stake]
What does it take?
[when our sanity’s at stake]
What does it take?
What does it take?

© 2008 October


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This poem is about the singularity we all feel. We are born live and die as single people. If we are fortunate relationships nurture us. Compassion, mercy, kindness...these things often depend on us. The friends we choose, the love we show others often determines what we "get" in return.

I believe in a loving God, however I appreciate the fact that he has given me free choice and a brain capable of deciding what I want. I choose to move away from "toxic" people and move close to kind hearted ones. That way I am fed good things as I feed the lives of my friends.

As usual this is a well written poem from you. Keep writing for all you are worth.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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What does it take to get an ounce of compassion?
We're scratching at the ground.
God, Please.Make a sound.

Wow! I so loved this verse here, this is a wonderful deep emotional write.

Posted 15 Years Ago


This poem is about the singularity we all feel. We are born live and die as single people. If we are fortunate relationships nurture us. Compassion, mercy, kindness...these things often depend on us. The friends we choose, the love we show others often determines what we "get" in return.

I believe in a loving God, however I appreciate the fact that he has given me free choice and a brain capable of deciding what I want. I choose to move away from "toxic" people and move close to kind hearted ones. That way I am fed good things as I feed the lives of my friends.

As usual this is a well written poem from you. Keep writing for all you are worth.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

anger is not the way,, anger never see the light of day,

compassion has come your way.i heard your call,
as you made your plead a stand,
i am here take my hand,
when you write with emotions such as this ,
any one and everyone can be inspired let alone touched,peace wizthom

Posted 15 Years Ago


This sounds like a humanitarian write. Humanity is my religion and indeed all it takes is a little compassion. You don't need God to see that. Most of us live our safe free lives and we most often forget that there are wars going on out there.

Thanx for sharing



Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This made me feel partially lucky to be an atheist, and partially very alone, because the idea of someone up there to call to is kind of nice.
What sort of music should we be hearing with this?
I'm thinking maybe thrash metal or similar, fast-paced screaming...but maybe it's more ballad-y?

Nice use of refrains; repetition not overused.
Thanks for sharing your song.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such a powerful cry from the heart! This was my heart's cry for years until I found release through grace... Through your poetic expression you delve so deeply into the soul of pain, anxiety, loss... So well done it hurts to read, taking me back to the memory of my fears... Excellent...

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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