tears flesh with his beak.
the moral ones wearing
clothes of black and white,
whose religion is their ego,
whose god made of stone.
hands made of me and mine,
feet whose eyes gone blind…
to the drumbeat of take and destroy,
terrified of what lies within.
but freedom never fired a gun,
and justice never waived a flag.
peace never won by blood and bodies,
and the spirit has no religion!
the forgotten, theleft behinds…the throwaways.counting every grainof sand,every dropp of water.sweeping the inner roomsof the self.undressing the mindand its passions.holding the thornin an open hand.diving naked and deeplyinto life…without holding back!
and Dylan rhymed with angst.while Woody fought the fascists,and hopped the midnight train.Martin spoke for equality,unafraid of bullets and chains…and the Kent State students,stood against unholy war.mowed down by their own people,yet nobody’s keeping score.now time immemorial,calls both the child and man.for dignity and humanity,to rise and take a stand.to hold the truth of open…
i too oft kissed compassionon the cheek…betraying my conscienceto feed my hungers…too oft dug shallow gravesin my haste to keep going….too oft took a sip of water,and poured the rest on the ground….too oft crossed myself,gave a couple dollars to a begger,but kept some back for myself….too oft looked into the eyes of need,and only…
how many broken handsand broken feet,every time your stocks go up?how many faces lostwith every gallon of gas you pump?how many children are buriedin the vaults of your banks?how many cries of hunger?and how many tears?how many of the silent deaddo you pass on the way to success?
i’ve always seen colors, and shades,hints and hues…people have always been people.different colors, different faiths,different thoughts…all sit down to eat!love and shelter,and a loaf of bread.all whisper in the night,to lovers and gods.the sound of the whipoffensive to all!the smell of sweat and blood,the sound of bare human feet…all whisper in the night,to lovers and…
justice is not dormant,it moves.freedom is not a concept,it must be lived.equality is not hoped for,it is realized.love is not barter,it is given….the choice is not a choice,it is necessity!
