America the Beautiful

The opportunity of hope bestows my youth.
This great country of mine has turned into a spoof.
How did I get left behind is the question I ask?
For a moment let me take off America’s mask.
To my dismay, my country has a placed a bet,.
To save the stockmarket and the CEOs jet.

So much suffering so much pain.
Can a saviour be found in Obama or McCain?
I make mimium wage, to pay my rent.
Then travel to the foodbank when the money is spent.
No credit, no loan, no bailout when my kids are sick.
Money given to wallstreet, another government trick?
Two weeks to become law and pass the money out.
Where are the folks to begin a protest and shout.

American the beautiful, how great we can be.
If the money could be used for healthcare pleas.
Universal heathcare for the young and the old.
How radical does that sound, can our country be bold?
If Wallstreet can be socialized by the government hand.
Where does an average American truly stand?

I’m happy to see we gave money to wealth,
And not to our Societys true health.
You and Me.

Toto Salva & Sogul Riv – All rights reserved by the Authors.
(Written ~ October 30th, 2008)

View from a Womb

Im listening closely for vibrations from the outside world.
Reaching and kicking I press my small growing body closer.
I can feel a warm soul and sensitive hand protecting me.
My heart is aching in anticipation to exit my surroundings.

Voices whisper around me with joyful discussions of What ifs?
My curious mind wonders, who will I meet on the outside?
What will they look like? Will they have eyes like me?
When will my time come to see their faces, and theirs mine?

As the days and months go by, the wait becomes unbearable.
There is not much room in here anymore, as I give a resounding kick.
I wait in anticipation to take my turn and enjoy my new life.
Until then I listen closely for their voices filled with laughter and love.

Toto Salva – All rights reserved by the Author. 
(Written ~ March 30
th, 2008 at 6:30pm)

Lost Souls of the Living

As a young boy I look around me, I smell the stench of death on my skin.
I am in the midst of a cyclical genocide the world has forgotten.
My feet are the only means of rescue to carry me far away from this horror. My familys fortune is bankrupt. The randomness of death has chosen them.

Now all alone, I ask myself if the world will help us, has it forgotten?Feeding the nations of the rich is easy, feeding and helping the poor is a burden.  Believing we can learn lessons from history is a failing matter.History repeats itself, genocides will continue, as long as our memories can never forget.

We are the lost souls of the living. Only a second, attention of the media puts a spotlight on our plight. After the moment passes, my life continues as the world moves on. No country, no home, no family to call my own. Has the world forgotten the lost souls of the living?

 Toto Salva – All rights reserved by the Author.
 (Written ~ December 24th, 2006 at 4:30pm)