we bear the mark
of Cain…
and wear the results
of our actions!
whether we kill
with guns and bombs,
or by the greed
of our actions,
and our very lifestyles.
we are guilty!
if it leaves a bad taste,
we shouldnt have eaten it!
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walking the greying streets,
and vacant buildings….through the alleyways..concrete graveyards…the hint of smoke hangsin the air…. the stain of soot,the taste of death… lingers….i closed my eyes and sawthe bodies… strewn in the streetlike trash blown against a fence…eyes wild, faces contorted, …death, and it’s brothers and sisters…storefronts dark and ominous,gas pumps stand alone like angrysores, oozing into the…
the children of ignorance
led blindfolded to the slaughterwithout a thought or a prayer.whipped into a frenzy by lies,wrapped with golden ribbons,sold by street vendors in suitswith hollow faces and marble eyes.fed the ‘word of God’ with shotguns,wearing crucifix painted robes;selling their daughters for gasoline,and their sons to political wars.marching to hatred and violence,leaving the weak to suffer and…
and so we are but this…
for a moment and gone…the flower that blooms for a day.the rain dropp dissolving into the earth,the small stone washed away,when the river surges.the memory of dawnforgotten in the night…the lonesome farewell of the snailcrossing just before light…leaving only a small wet trailas evidence of passing! , , ,and the shout of joy,that sounds like…
your fingers the match,
they tremble as ifmemory unsure.your lips the wine,this body the glass.drink long and deep,before the moment is gone!this storm will break,the earth ravaged with passion.the grain deep in the woodbrings forth leaves from the void!and love itself,needs no reason or answer.the candle chooses fire,this body the glass!
i’m not concerned about the end of the world…
still fighting wars, that children around the worldgo to bed hungry, that families are left homeless,that men and women cant find jobs, that peopleare denied justice and equality, that children cantafford to go to school, that old people cant getmedical care, enough to eat, or a place to live…that lonely people cant find love…. and…
feed a hungry child
the prisoner, you!