into His feet, into His hands,
He felt…
the hunger of starving children,
the pain of those sick,
the lost agony of the homeless,
the shame of the beaten…
the repentence of the fallen,
the last hope of the downtrodden.
the dignity of the poor,
the torment of those in chains…
take Him off of that cross!
it’s our turn to be human.
time to be who we are,
or to be nothing at all…
who’s next?
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here come the tanks,backed by the banks!get in line or die!unlawful detain, torture retrain,and the bodies disappear.our bill of rightsadorned with Christmas lights,we face our greatest fears!freedom dont turn your guns on me!beat down, pushed around, still free.take my job, not my dignity!freedom dont turn your guns on me!
perhaps now this ark is finished,
the light against the window be no stranger,nor the sound of bare feet in the night.the crows gather neath the pine tree,as the wind prepares to die.voices fallen from the trees,mine a cloud, a branch, a stone.it seems tonight the stars finally answer,all this time i thought i was alone.a child is born, a life…
what if i just walked away?
at your doorpulled my hat down low,turned, and walked awaywithout a wordsomewhere wolves run in packs,and whales swim togetherand birds fly south, wingsbeating in unisonbabies are born to young coupleswho hold each other in aweand the homeless man underthe bridge watches the sun rise.and an old man plays his guitaron the porch his grandchildrenplay in…
listening to the sounds,
waves pounding againstdistant shores… fishing boatssetting out to sea….oil rigspulsing in demonic rhythm…big trucks barreling downfaceless interstates… tractorsgetting ready to rip the earth….babies being born, loversgroaning with passion…gunfire, bombs exploding!the silent whispers of the homeless…gravediggers digging graves.carpenters pounding nails…elephants trumpeting, lions roaring,the hawk’s wings beating againstthe sky…. and the old womandying… the empty room echoesthe…
he took the gun
unloaded the chamber,tossed the gun into the trash…‘go home! ‘…the police officer asked:‘do you wanna press charges? ‘‘against who? … maybe againstthe system, that sold away allthe work, that sold this boy’s hope! ‘might as well give him the gun back!go home…do they have a hometo go to?