Light A Candle

Inspired by the tragic fire at a club in Bucharest, I turned grief into art.

Oh, brothers and sisters,

Gather round to mourn

This young generation.

 Some paid their dues,

Sooner than was needed

With unnecessary bloodshed.

Victims of crude indifference,

Captive in a blaze 

Souls without blame.

  

People desperately trample around

Hoping to break free

From Hell itself.

Some make it out

Alive, more or less,

Others, no success.

Who to  condemn now?

Politicians, corrupt, greedy pirates?

Or the nation?

We can point fingers,

We can call names

Loss is loss.

No stone remains unturned,

Untill we get justice

For the fallen.

People struggle in hospitals

Life is  a thread

Barely hanging on

March in the streets,

Ask for a change

Be  the revolution.

When the day comes,

Our victory will matter

Angels shall sing.

But for now pray,

Pray for the living

Light a candle.

And for the dead,

Take a solemn moment

Light a candle.

Reviews

[Asante]

Often times, a writer won't take what lie beyond them and paint a portrait about it. You took the current state of the world at large and sculpted it accurately. Nice job, much respect!

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

You did a fantastic job, hardly any writer notice such incidence & writes a poem on such incident. Great wrote, touching lines..

[Ioana Georgiana]

Thank you. I am deeply flattered.

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

You really deserve the compliment. Great work & you're most welcome my friend :)

[hanir]

Grief into art!
Nice write!

[maria ( rose)]

Light A Candle. I will light 2. maybe 3

I thank You and applaud you. For sharing, for standing up, for turning grief into art . I'm a big believer in the power of prayer. Just like you wrote ''loss is loss'' so light a candle.

[Ioana Georgiana]

Thank you. Although I wasn't involved in the incident, I still took it very personal. Writing was the only way I could put in words what has troubled me for a while.