John T. Wurzer - Harder Now

I can't write poetry on my phone
And so I sit here all alone
Without a notebook or a pen
I may never write again
The way I did way beck then
When my joints were lithe and free
Arthritis wouldn't bother me
When I picked up my pen to write
And I would write all night
With music in my mind
And the words they always rhymed
And the poems struck me blind
And set fire to my soul...
But it's harder now

I can't write a novel with an app
The characters end up crap
With the plot line on a map
On the table in the back
While my enemies attack
And shoot out the ceiling lights
While looking for a fight
With anyone who isn't white
Or who's white but won't believe
The propaganda that they weave
From their troll farms on the plains
Blood red amber waves of grain
While I'm doing the best I can...
But it's harder now.

To try to be strong somehow
To believe that love
Is the will of God above
To believe the saviors birth
Was all about peace on earth
And not about walls of hate
I keep praying that it's not too late
But it's harder now

Written by:
John Wurzer

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