Fight!

Fight! short poem

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Let your voice be your chosen weapon.
Not guns that cause destruction.
Pursue objective through negotiations,
Sorrow’s not a solution.

Speak, do not become destructive.
Stop destroying and burning buildings.
Respect life; don’t take it from others.

Drop your weapons; and be heard
through words, fight!

The listener’s not enslaved
Eventually he hears. Stay open minded,
Don’t become blinded, consumed,
swallowed up by despair.
Struggle ends as awareness rises.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book The Cry of our Children

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A Registered nurse, wife, mother, poetic writer and United Way volunteer.Born in Belize, migrated to New York at age eighteen. After studying nursing, worked as an emergency room until starting a family.Having both natural and chosen children, it was the emotional struggles of the chosen ones that gave birth to many of her poems.Ruthieg believes that when all is forgotten or ignored, expressive words linger or get heard. That it is important for the hurt and wounded to have a voice, for that purpose, many of my poems were written.
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