would rather starve in the streets
of Haiti, amid the cholera and despair.
would rather hide in unknown caves
from the bombs that split the earth.
would rather rot in a prison cell,
staring forlorn through the bars.
would rather work in the sweatshops
or pick cotton with the migrant workers.
would rather take a bullet,
swift, and hard, and final!
would rather stand at the gates of hell
with every mistake i’ve ever made.
than to open this door, and say nothing,
and watch you walk away.
when the hungry have been fed,and no one is left homeless.when the tears of man,are but tears of joy.when every word spoken,be a bridge, a lantern, a hand!when the seeds i have plantedare ready for harvest.and the smallest twigbecomes the tree that gives shade.when the fire is restoredfrom an old man’s ashes.and time begins againwith…
no inequalities, no discrimination…if we knew that we are this ‘is’…i wouldnt have to write this!
the pebble that bruised your foot,dust on the windowpane.that old milk cow,the stall that needs cleaned.the plow caked with dirt,the bag of seeds.the fallen tree,or the gust of wind.rainwater in a barrel,the pile of trash in the alley.the river rising,the eyes of the owl.the upside down bat,the darkness of the cave.moonlight sifting through branches,the leader…
buried in ditcheswith face drawn shovels.the tint of skin tasteslike things done in the night.and lies told to childrento let them sleep!redemption killedon a desert highway,left to stink in the sunof another faceless day.we are what we have done,in the final end.yet we close our eyes,and wash the blood from our hands!blame it on the…
to love with stillness
