it’s fairly easy for us to pretend

in a room where no one goes,down at the end of the hall.lives drawn in crayon,by hands that have since grown old.lost somewhere in memories,by a fire that has grown cold.we were the wind and rain,the ones who wouldnt love in vain.the river steady, the sudden change,the mountain’s silence, the midnite train…we were the wood…

blood red,letters in black.scars heal slowly,sometimes it takes lifetimes.even the morning suntakes a while to melt the frost.we are what we risk,or nothing at all.wrapped up inside the shell,only echoes can touch.pilgrim waiting,for the traffic to clear.stop sign,that only you can remove!

Judas ran for office,got re-elected….and they cut down whole foreststo make more crosses!Christian got a purple heart,came home jobless and homeless.but no fear, no tears,the next front will be here!salvation wrapped in oppression!

the cat and the dog sit quietlyby the grieving door.sunlight drives shadows to corners,as the sound of low voices.speak up, sister!he cannot hear!yet the damp place in the palm,maybe the hummingbird outside the window.a truck hurtles down the street,with frantic need.dont call the preacher…call the farmer, the carpenter,the garbage collector,the transient bum!past the point of…

we bear the markof Cain…and wear the resultsof our actions!whether we killwith guns and bombs,or by the greedof our actions,and our very lifestyles.we are guilty!if it leaves a bad taste,we shouldnt have eaten it!

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’!