Poem: "PreacherPoem (transitional)"

© 1992 by Andersen Silva

My heart is in fragments, I can't stand the pain.
     Each morning I wake up, the feeling's the same.
Sometimes it's so bad that a crystalline tear,
     In one cold blue eye, will slowly appear.

Some of the shreds of my beating heart
     Are bitterly cold, and ache with the smart
Of man's greed and hatred, and his apathy;
     Can't you fools see what is so clear to me?

Preacher of love, brotherhood, and respect,
     I say that your ways will leave our race wrecked.
I gasp with the icy pain of love denied...