Throwback Thursday Poetry Time: Current Situation

I wrote this poem years ago and released it in my 2015 book, Wearing Someone Else’s Shoes Ain’t Never Been Me.

As I read it now, I realize life often seems to go in circles, and the world is so broken. I am grateful, though, that I have an anchor of hope and a Comforter within who reminds me of His love and care and that He will always be there.

These may have been things occurring some years ago, but they, and much more, are still going on today. I wrote this when I was looking at a broken world. Years later, I realize I am not exempt from that brokenness either. I have experienced my own struggles, imperfections, disappointments, and moments of fear. But through it all, God has continued to be my anchor.

Without further ado, here is one of my older poems that still seems to be the current situation.

Current Situation

Sink holes all over our land

But it’s not the only thing falling apart or sinking in

As our country gets farther from God

And more comfortable with sin

City officials on trial for scandals and deceit

Suicide is on the rise because of inner despair and defeat

Black men are being killed out of fear and hate,

Leaving families behind

Our children walking around with violence On their minds

Negative hustles are growing destructively strong

Begging is tough

And even our little girls are tremendously rough

For the poor, resources are scarce

But for the rich, they are not

Our nation is experiencing moral decay

And the core of family has begun to increasingly rot

College tuition increasing

And right along with debt

Sanity decreasing Right along with soul’ identity theft

The devil doesn’t just want to steal your mind

he hopes to put your soul in a bind

Living within the realms of the city

Cost too much too

Old ways, old things, old habits,

We need something new

Spiritual battles, internal wars

Aids cases rise as he/she scores

Emotions are cold

The wicked are bold

The hurt hurts

The confuse confuses

The dead walks

The gossiper talks

Oil prices rise

Then fall

The cost of bread is increasing

Hunger won’t stall

Politicians cheat and lie

Keepin’ up with the Joneses has gone wild

As we scram to get someone else’s life and style

That we cannot buy

We can’t even afford to die

Babies are being abused

Women coming up missing

Young children are being targeted with perversion and used

Children growing up fast

Childhoods don’t last

Life was hard

And is much harder now

For those who think they don’t have anything to lose

They throw in the towels

Nothing new on the news

It’s the same corruption, murder, and crime

Horror and fake stuff on TV helps to desensitize us

And it’s all about me and mines

Liars and disloyalty help us to distrust

It seems like this nation is on a collision course to hell

But the Kingdom of God will prevail

We, siblings of Christ, are the salt of the earth

And the light of the world

Have we been walking in God’s authority, His word

To push back darkness in the lives of every man, woman, boy and girl?

Have we erected altars of prayer to God

And welcomed His presence over and in our land?

Have we straddled the fence or are we taking a stand?

Have we emerged in selfishness, sugar coating, and pride?

Have we impacted the nations or are we still asleep?

Selah

2020

I wrote this poem a couple or few months ago but made a few edits recently. This year has been said to be a horrible year, and we are just five months and six days down. This year started off rough for me and has continued on to be a challenge. In fact these past four years or so have been challenging (I use the word challenging because they were still blessings and I have learned so much). However, I remember when this year had just started a lot of people exclaimed that this would be the year of 2020 vision, clarity, the best year, and so forth. One thing for sure it has definitely been a year of clarity. It is like the curtain is being pushed back. But for me personally, this is another year of learning to trust God, another year of healing, and a year where God is drawing me closer to reprioritize and organize so that He can be first and everything else can fall in its right place. And this is the year for me to understand how to overcome and overcome those things that were draining me as well as distracting me, trying to keep me out of my destiny, and from healing and growing. So, this year is an uncomfortable one for me, and I bet it is uncomfortable for many others but this discomfort is needed. Let God open up our eyes and let God sit us down to have those personal and generational talks with each of us. Be willing and lean on Him for grace to receive His truth and His heart.


2020

I see you trying to be still

Trying to keep joy in the midst of chaos and sinking hill

This world is sick

And all signs point to last days

Some of us are so numb that with every new event we are unfazed

The spirit of deception is

Filling the airwaves and skies

Increasing also corruption and lies

People are dying and life ain’t the same

Coronavirus is spreading and taking lives

And it doesn’t care about your money, fame, or name

The foundation of our land

Is crumbling fast

From the seeds sown today as well as the past

Division and Racism

Pride and ego

Corroding the core of our foundation

Nation against nation

Money and fame are our gods

Fear and emotional disarray

Increasing every day

Everybody wants their own way

Envy and lust for power

The enemy comes to steal, kill, and destroy

he shows up to work every day ready to devour

The fatherless and the widow, not to mention those whose hope is shrinking

And everyone in between

Authenticity of Identity and Empathy has left the scene

Some of our love for others and ourselves are sour

And some of us trying to find our voice and not cower

There is little respect and more destruction of the Black flower

Fighting to survive every hour

Police corruption and racial bias

My skin is a threat

No empathy or sympathy for me

They would say I deserved my death

Senseless violence

And pent up pain in our hearts

Many of our youth are lost

We must save our children

And receive the abundant life

But some of us are afraid to take up our cross and count the cost

Dreams and destinies fill the grave

Anxiety and depression are soaring

We have a lot of Elijahs hiding in the cave

Fear of persecution

Fear of being alone

We are living in times where wrong is right and right is wrong

We are drowning in despair

Reaching for someone to stop and truly care

We are starving for integrity,

Humility, and real love

And needing answers that only God can supply from above

By Tannika Moore