the begger’s fart

stone cold murder!much as we’ve killed…Vietnamese children,South American children,the children of Iraq,and Afghanistan…Japanese children,Native American children,and probably nextthe children of Iran!as Dylan mocks:‘with god on our side’…whose god?what type of moralityjustifies killing children?we might just as wellbe killing our own children!and in a sense we are!Trayvon demands justice…so do the ghosts of all the children…their…

with no hand to hold against the night,no kindred spirit, no flame of hunger.we speak, there is no answer,only the waiting that sweats & weeps.the formless bound in a thousand faceseach yearning to be held, and named.we who sit at the feet of angels…and drink alone…

the old road warriors,need to pack up and go…go where we have to go,do what we have to do,give what we have to give…to bring the change!we have both seen,and felt the wind.have touched the fire,have reached to the sky.we have loved with a passion,they dont even know…the scars we wear,are our own!maybe if we…

no rights to speedy trial….subversive? radical?or just daring to defy?citizen? cant happen?mowed down by the machine…they do it in China all the time!freedom of speech….as long as you say the right words!bill of rights?as long as you canafford their freedom!corporate army….armed thugs!

i am the key,the hand on the knob.i am the whisperof your soul aching.the light in your eyes,your tears as you sob.you are the last page,in this book unfinished.you are the candle,no one else can light.you are the flood,that cant be diminished.you are the dawn,in my darkest night.we are the sound and the echo,yesterday and…

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?