the taste of your fingers

trade your bodies for a tent,leave your pride for the dead.forget the things you were taught,ball your fists and fight like hell.just remember you were there,when justice died and freedom fell!and the hands on the clockcrawl like justice spurned…..tick tock, tick tock,mercy gives what mercy earns!

While the world grieves,Shedding tears of blood.While the body of the child,Is buried with the mother.And hunger hauntsOur sleepless dreams.While the caskets are counted,And prayers come too late.Yet the bus is on time,And the time clock waits.While nothing done,Becomes action by cost.As images drownBoth memory and names.The guilt we wear…Stinks!

of fireflies and spiders.the bark of the tree tastes like need,and the howling has a face.i am mad with desire,in the tooth of the wind!the dust on my feet only memory!the key is gone, but the lock is broken,the shadows have agreed to leave.the hawk rises to taste the sky,rough hands born to caress.lonliness doesnt…

and there are nights when i waketo the taste of snowflakes on my tongue.i’ve turned in color, burned with passion,now i await the fall.the lips of my creek yearn for ice,i watch the birds prepare to fly!

how many crosses carried,how many deserts crossed?how many tears must i cry(tho they be at night when no one can see) ,how many bruises, scars…how many times must i bleed?if I am not I,then whose breath this stranger?whose feet in my shoes?whose hat on my head?i stand in the moonlight,and look at the rafters,measuring rope…

gonna build a house big enoughto house all the homeless.gonna build a bridgeover the chasm of need.then i’m gonna lay down my hammer,and pick up the cookpot.gonna fill it with enough foodto feed all the hungry.gonna build a firethat both lights the wayand warms…gonna talk, and listen,and really hear!gonna show them how to plant,and how…