angry, the earth erupts,
sick of it’s sickness.
bodies flung against bodies
with a blinding rage…
the faceless demanding faces,
the nameless demanding names.
not knowing, not understanding,
peace, fullness, equality, freedom…
all begin within…
pushed in bloody blackened corners,
lashing out with survival teeth…
change will come,
but the cost will be great!
cut them off, take them,let it be so.if to see equality,you must take my eyes,pluck them out,they are yours!if the price of compassionbe the scars on my back,then so be it.if my body be the bridgeyou must cross to find the truth,then i lay it down!if my heart in your handsbe the cost of responsibility,then…
to the old oak tree in the clearing.where two bodies hung side by side;one young black man, local,one young jewish man,who came from the north to protest.both stripped naked, badly beaten,whose sins did they die for?black and white Jesus’s,neath a guilt ridden limb…whose crown of thorns?and who will roll away the stone?45 years later,a couple…
in the darkness…the story of life?a momentary glowin the infinite night!the smell of sulfur,and fingers burnt…holding the flametoo close!
that the mind should always be open,that questions validate the path.that ears are the greatest gift we have,and that the truth is worth the cost.that honest mistakes are the bricksthat build the house,and that forgiveness is the human condition.that life in itself is sacred.that death fulfills the life.that every word written or spoken,must remain true…
but by the open hand extended!
with the padlock on the door of the foreclosed house,with the bullied child hanging in the closet.with every call to war and flag that’s raised,with the bare feet of the poverty dwellings.with the unemployed man making bathtub met,the girl trading sex for a high…with every affluent sneer,and every indifferent stare.with every tree cut for no…
