We may breathe the same air
but not the same lungs
hold the same blood
but speak different tongues

we cry the same tears
and wash the same pains
but we are not one
and yet here we remain.

Holding back brotherhood,
sorrow unmanned,
delving to find you
we lie to understand.

They fight and they kill
and we lose more than gain
but here lies the shadows
of where we remain.

Too many children
not enough love.
So many beatings;
fly the red stained dove
from yesterdays ignorance
comes tomorrows disdain,
here are the takers
here we remain.

© Copyright 2016 Winslow Des Totes

Tina Marie Winslow was born in Warren Maine where she enjoyed riding her four-wheeler, swimming and camping with her parents and two older siblings. She now resides in Bayonne, NJ, and works in Jersey City as a Jet Ski tour guide around NYC. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, watching bad TV shows and snuggling on the couch with her boyfriend Chan and her 4 adorable cats.

You can read more of her poetry here:
http://www.writerscafe.org/WinslowDesTotes