cross-examination…

 

the chalice was filled
with the warm blood of children
during morning prayers
for they were non-believers
non-believers in your god
your god’s the true one
but does your god fear children
are not divine words
enough to sway young minds or
are you the non-believer

 

requiems in the sand…

 

i’ve started writing
my new poems on the beach
words briefly exist
like the lives of those they speak
voiceless souls trapped in man’s games

 

prime time tv deity…

 

like those
who built
the tower
of
babel
he wants
to
build
a wall
not to reach
god
but
to
become
god
his wall’s
to
be built
from
the ground bones
of
freedom
mortared
with the blood
of
children
children
crushed
by
the weight
of
intolerance
and
ignorance
this monument
to
his pride
will assure
that
those
in this nation
will
never
understand others
in
the world
and surely
his
wall
will scatter
hatred
and
inhumanity

 

as they pulled her child away…

 

holding her own hand
she looked into yesterday
and cried for today

 

divergent christmases…

 

presents neatly wrapped
children huddled together
fighting off their fears
wondering where their parents are
guards go home to families

 

you make the call…

 

prez wants 5 billion
five seems to be the number
one in five children
go hungry in this nation
children or a border wall