on a steady diet of
Jesus, pills, and
patriotic pride…
sooner or later,
hunger will demand,
the meat on your plate,
the meat they put there!
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with no reason…you are a fool!your scripturesare the ashesof a fire long dead!the bodies of thoseyou have killedby your choices…a sacrifice to your god!you cannot denythe blood on your hands,the soot on your faces…cannot muffle the cryof babies unwanted!holiness, pus,semen, and sweat…the hands on the shovelthat digs the shallow graves!the wind prophesies,with the memory of…
cultural genocide….
stripping Native Americansof the basic rights to be….who they were, who they are!with violent force strippingculture, language, faith, andway of life…. baptizing,into colorless sameness….call it being civilized!call it salvation!call it progress! ….call it spiritual rape!
freedom is not white,
it is neither liberal nor conservative….not bound by capitalistic values,it is not served at gunpointto those with differing views…it is all colors, all faiths,openminded and intelligent,beyond all political views;places human need in front of profit,and celebrates diversity!it is the basic rightof the living to fully live!
your love
now i’m nothing morethan the blades of grassthe gods walk on…the cool stones downby the river wherethey go to wash…the small twigs brokento start their fire….the stillness you run towhen you’re afraid!
i was thinking about Jesus
thinking about the band a playin’while the Titanic sankthinking ’bout salvationthinking about getting freethinking and a wonderingdo you ever think about me?i was thinking about generationsi was thinking about saving gracei was thinking about truth and liesthinking about flesh and lacethinking about redemptionand rivers running to the seathinking and a wonderingdo you ever think about…
i’ll be around…
in the whisper of darkness that taunts the moonlight.in the silence that roars, and is then still…in the prayers that children do not understand,in the dying old man’s aloneness.in the blood that testifies against the hands,in the hands that cannot escape the heart.in the feet walking by their own will,in the soul scarred by mistakes.in…