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Time For Change

6/30/2020

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In the midst of fear and chaos
there can be a new light of hope.
Though there is a fast disease
that has taken over all of us
in this land of violent confusion.
 
People marching the streets.
Peacefully protesting hate
and the injustice that is brought
to the people of the minority
that have been unjustly killed.
Tragic ends to innocent lives.
The marchers speak on the behalf
of the victims that cannot.
 
Indigenous people are missing
or found floating in rivers.
The powers that are in charge
would not move from their desks.
Treating the victims
as pieces of paper not humans
until the remaining people
screamed out for an investigation
to why no one pretended to care.
 
Country under a Communist reign,
leaving its citizens poor and weak.
Living in places that are falling apart.
Screams and marches of the people
wanting a wall to fall
so the outside world could come in.
Freedom given to the people.
 
For centuries voices have cried
and fought for a new life
for people who could not.
Everyday their hands are out
for the deserved help of others.
Someday there will not be a need
of these voices
in hope these times will change.
 
May 30, 2020
©Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2020
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Gift Of Hope

6/10/2020

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​Susan wakes up everday
as soon as the sunrises,
packing her vehicle
with pastries and hot coffee
to take to her uptown core.
She drops them off at a make-shift shelter
for ladies trying to start over again.
Susan remembers when she was there,
leaving a place of abuse
and the strength to look forward
with a small gesture and a smile.
A gentile gift of hope.
 
Gilbert wakes every Saturday morning,
packs a guitar in the back of his car.
Stops for water and coffee,
pays for the people behind him
without saying a word to the receivers.
Gilbert then goes to a senior's complex
where some are not even able
to get up to leave their room.
He brings out his guitar
and plays for hours.
Smiling back at the grinning faces
that are looking back through windows
as Gilbert sings his gift of hope.
 
Each work day, Jessica prepares.
Puts on her nursing scrubs
and when she gets to the hospital,
a mask, head dress and gloves
to give comfort to those
that are sick, alone and scared.
Jessica goes from room to room
with kind words and smile
knowing that she amy also get sick.
She fights that feeling each work day
as Jessica spreads the gift of hope.
 
Through gestures of the unselfish and caring,
good spirits are spread in the air.
Going from person to person
who pass it on to the next.
Filling the human race
with the gift of hope.
 
May 14, 2020
©Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2020
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