this body has to die,

eyes looking up with love,too young, too trueto their hearts to lie….too free to hold back,too full of life to doubt….too near to the darknessto fear the light….too close to the magicnot to believe….love untouched, undefined……the teachers…….we all pray for!

would rather starve in the streetsof Haiti, amid the cholera and despair.would rather hide in unknown cavesfrom the bombs that split the earth.would rather rot in a prison cell,staring forlorn through the bars.would rather work in the sweatshopsor pick cotton with the migrant workers.would rather take a bullet,swift, and hard, and final!would rather stand at…

for the smell that is faith,in the breath i breathe.for the kiss that gives,with a sparrow’s intentions.for the heartbeat in chorus,for soft fingers to close my eyes….waiting…. as the clock grows dim…can you feel me now?tell me you’re near!

the time of thunder beckons,the page is left unsigned.miracles turn to ashes,in the hearth of limitless time.love burns in small fires left unnoticed,the copper kettle is blind.there’s nothing left to say,for words are tiny shells.tiny shells cant hold oceans,still oceans seek a home!i only pray perhaps the snow will bring,a torch, a hand, a cross!

sunlight colors the morningwith a hundred things to do.cars speed by going nowhere,the railroad tracks are empty.the old store building creaks,the windows boarded over.the ghosts of small town heroesgoing to and fro unseen.a different world, a different me,and then there was you!

and the laborer’s movement…led by such as Cesar Chavez,Martin Luther King, Malcolm X,James Baldwin, Maya Angelou,just to mention a few.imprisonment, beatings, marches,and many are dead now,sacrificed to the cause.JFK warned of secret societies,wanted to pull out of Vietnam…his brother Bobby stood upfor justice against the wheel…both killed by the machine.over 40,000 killed in Vietnam,riots in…