Poem: Sad Faces

Photo credit:  Audrey M Jackson

…………stare, look weary, tired,

some are silent, some observe,

as you pass by: there are boundaries,

only the elite, a few—the experience,

knows why; some wish to deny—a new face,

an inquisitive mind, a new hope,

that may bring to a shadow country,

—a new light, to the lost hope,

The fire, the out spark, of their eyes;

as you hear, “God is good,” all the time:

“Good Morning, how are you?”

“I am good, well, and you?

Politely with a half-smile;

yet a glimpse from their eyes

— the south history, tells tales

of its great big lie.

Empress Journee