Blue Day


It’s a blue day
When children don’t remain that way
Their innocence lost
And the cost we pay
Is far too high
Far as the sky
And deeper than this river I cry
Dear Lord, this day is blue
Mother, why do you raise your hand
Can you not try to understand
The world is watching your mistake
As you shake your fist
The mockery you make
Paints your children blue
Learned man, why fill with dread
The minds of those whom you have led
Upon this battlefield of scars
That you inflict with throwing stars
Of valor


©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on December 2, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, peace poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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