what color

is open.we go on walkingas if the war never happened;the line of dead bodiesare just roses that bloomed.and now are gone.if love is a cross,then the nails are twisted.those that run at the first signof gunfire never really lived.day by day prayers,folding clothes and washing dishes.it’s hard to thinkbeyond each nickel and dime.hard to cross…

displaced, desolate,lives packed on borrowed trucks.padlocked doors, Wall Street roars,dead soldiers coming home.street corners, somebody’s daughter,selling shadows wrapped in dreams.religious freaks, hangman’s noose,dark glasses see only white!Christians and Muslims, russian roulette,hollow threats and doomsday lies.starving children, doors locked,faces turned away.!oil rigs pumping, dry humping,the earth screams, ‘it’s rape’!protesters marching, riot squads,take away your rights.prisons full,…

build it back, board by board,nail by nail, stone by stone,with honest human hands.seize the moment…all that we have,no tomorrow without today,no today withoutliving and giving!redeem the time…put a human face on your god…put a godly heart in your humanity!

set firm by death’s stillness?will you layyour naked willing body,against the body cold as stone?will you closeeyes frozen staring inward,lost to all green and bursting?will you whisperyour innermost secretsinto ears lost in oceans?will you cry,your tears fallinglike ashes on ground now bare?will you scream,shaking your fist at god?knowing…you cant rollaway the stone,with a pigeon’s remorse!

and empty beds coughingin the marlboro night.when the dog is fed,and everyone has eaten…and only the dog stoppedto say ‘thank you’…and the life insurance policyglows in the drawer,waiting for a shovelful of dirt.and it’s either the gun or the window,so you toss a shoe and break the glass!

allowing them tocontinually be born…bearing the seeds of revolution,far before they know the sound.becoming ever more conscious,light revealed before thought dark.to find that age and time,bring forth the child again.and the more time passes,the more the need to be simple.returning to the land,made of original dust!