hanging from the rafter,
just another kid.
abused for being different,
for daring to be!
the longing inside him,
the i inside me!
who are we to judge?
with our shadows and lies!
with every kid we lose,
our redemption dies!
the hate in the mirror
looks familiar as fear.
we dress false morality,
call the disease the cure!
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Not with angry tongues,
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Great Mother…
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one man,
every star in the night sky…..every grain of sand,every wave lost in the ocean.every leaf falling to the ground…every hungry mouth,every tear unnoticed.every life beaten,and left by the wayside.every baby born without direction,every prayer lost in thedin of hopelessness…one man,one woman….the same!
on the road to Gethsemane…
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i follow…
the smoke that leadsto the fire.the hollow of the hand,to the hard and the soft.the salt of the seato the dark and murky unknown.the erection and the breast,to the womb that creates.lightning to the thunder,and thunder to lightning.the hammer to the nail,the bullet through the barrel.the spirit through the book,back to the tree in the…