Nancy L. Meek


You won’t be shown the dead
for it will only make you cry
and move you quick to ask,
“In the name of Heaven… Why?!”

You’ll jerk awake from sleeping
between your comfy sheets,
and see the growing number
of the bleeding in the streets.

It won’t be from your window,
your porch, or fresh-cut yard;
but they’re out there if you look,
although some make it hard.

You won’t be shown the dead
from a war you might protest
if you only knew “the truth”;
a thing some folk detest.