we remain an ignorant people!
a short poem, a bent nail,
a heavy hammer!
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why does thy name sound like weeping?
your face goes quickly from autumn,you stagger beneath imagined snow!wings never write letters or drink toasts,nails have no will of their own.leaving the faucet to drip in memory,of a thousand could have beens.what we call love knows not the grave,what we call desire never dies!
why is it…
Christians dont act like Christ?lovers dont give like love?and dead people need you to weep?a free country doesnt allow freedom?poverty doesnt justify?great men forget about small men?and you’ve forgotten my name?why is it?and why do i care?
we, the working people
we demand equality, and fairness!we are all immigrants here!yet no human being is illegal.we demand the right to work,and to educate our children.we demand shelter, and healthcare!we are a hard working, hard fightingpeople… we demand ahard working, hard fighting President!we know that you are limitedby the hand of the controlling elite,at the mercy of the…
the long haired tongues
burnt tenement stoops,crack dusted windows.bare breasted brown skinned girls,popping gum on skates.the ghosts of lost fathers,who swallowed heroin spoons,or bodies of the movement,long dead of hunger and want.no job, get a gun,locks are made to be broken…higher education,behind white tainted bars.when equality means,an equal chance to die,and living tastes like daylight,sucked through a straw!tis America,…
thunder and lightning, gunfire,
we race towards oblivion,cant feel, cant get our breath!drum beat and shadows,lost in the blinding heat.dead poets and childrens’ bodies,rubble beneath our feet.smoke fills the air-trees fall, rivers run dry.fighting over a loaf of bread,and the last bowl of rice.ghoulish gasoline prophetsring the bell, count the cost…old people put out on the streets,now all is…
that old man…
greets death with a scowl.shuffles barefoot to the bathroom,pees in defiance of the day.writes a letter to the President,or one to the editor.drinks a pot of black coffee,puts on his hat and his coat.tipping his hat to god,takes his dog for a walk.speaks little, never asks,for nothing from no one.sweeps the floor, washes his dishes,then…