raised against the children
left without a country!
the fire never quenched,
that consumes the nameless,
and scorches the feet
of those of conscience.
the empty house padlocked,
the stove unlit…
the vampire kneeling
before the cross of the lie!
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just because…
and mine is light…does that demand fear and hate?are our dreams not the same color?do both of our hearts not pump red?just because…you speak a different language,and your god has a different name…does that demand fear and wars?are our needs not the same?are our families not tired of the deaths?just because…you have money,and i dont…does…
the face in the mirror,
deep and grainy,weathered and beaten.the trunk of an old tree,where birds hide their nests,and squirrels meet to plotthe downfall of man.hollowed and sketched,with dignity unspoken,the scars of love and wars,where insects breed and whisper.and time itself,bows in awe and respect,for the tree that knowsitself to be a tree!
if love be this house
this pathway made of living.the bridge of doing and done,the shelves of dying laid by hand.the bed made with reverent memories,the pot of giving boiling on the stove…then light the match,i’ll burn it all down…and wrap your body in holy ashes!
your hair falls in layers as if
all mystery abides… your eyesmoan, a deep and gutteral spirituallonging, the history of mankindabiding there…your lips, silent, motionless…yet those eyes the painter’s brush!nightfall itself bows in gratitude.beginning and end, again and again,as if the earth breathed somewheredeep in the softness.i see the first fire, the shadows onthe walls of the cave. and i heardrumbeats in…
Do bullets see colors?
They fall?Do bayonets go to heaven?Does terror ever pray?And rape, some baptism?Do tanks carry Bibles?Is starvation repentance?Do the dead bodies of childrenEver find God?Or is not war…The bread crusts our demonsFeed upon?
i stood on the brink of tomorrow,
i choked on the oil in the oceans,and the smoke that filled the air.i wiped the tears from my face,and the blood from my own hands….and felt the weight of humanity’s sins,the deep mark upon my brow…and when each had finished their task,mine had just begun.‘who am I? ‘ you cry,‘how dare you speak! ‘i…
of the working poor,
both here, and
around the world…
till these backs are broken!
now these backs have faces,
and the faces have names.
we can no longer allow
the few to own the many…
the time of economic slavery
is over! it is finished!
dignity, respect,
and equality….
these are the steps
on the road to tomorrow,
a tomorrow based and
founded on freedom!
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by the creek, campfire,
sizzle in the pan!
working 32 hours a week,
to buy third world clothesfrom minimum wage Walmart cashiers,made by Asian childrenin sweat shop conditions…spend the change onwar raped, terror raped,bomb raped, third world oil…3.69 a gallon gasoline.crinkled dollar bills…‘In God We Trust’!
one last drink,
a hat creased by dreams,boots made of flesh.nickels and dimes,revolution and light.while shadows dance,amid cobwebbed desires..and the sparrow’s lament,mourns over buildings lost.over lives soon forgotten,over hunger and loss.while the faces of children,burned into the grain.to the words of a god,forgotten by name!now liberty’s nails,rust beneath the load.bodies piled on bodies,under circling crows.and justice lies beaten,stripped…
your wing has healed;
is open.we go on walkingas if the war never happened;the line of dead bodiesare just roses that bloomed.and now are gone.if love is a cross,then the nails are twisted.those that run at the first signof gunfire never really lived.day by day prayers,folding clothes and washing dishes.it’s hard to thinkbeyond each nickel and dime.hard to cross…
forgive me…
thinking the wrong thing,feeling the wrong thing,doing the wrong thing…for taking what i could notget any other way…for not giving what i had…forgive me for not listening,for not getting involved,for fighting when i shouldnt,for not standing up when i should!forgive me for being selfishinstead of selfless…fogive me for not forgiving you!forgive me for being human,and…
the bridge to peace
not made of modern technology,not built out of political jargon,or religious zeal…this bridge is dialogue.only the naked and honest may cross!