but one voice…

but one voice...

can’t hear
own
thoughts
too much noise
trafficking
from
lies and hate
masking out
voices
in
pain
homeless dreams
some
wrapped
in
the currency
of
war
but
what
can
one voice
do
to rise
above
war’s cacophony
of
misery
though
a simple solution
one
could join
the choir
of
hope
sending forth
words
of
unwavering
belief
in tomorrow
that
grasps
the minds
of
social sinners
like
an old gospel hymn
swaying
the coldest heart
towards
redemption
or
offer up
such a sweet solo
of
truth
so
powerful
that
the walls
of
deception
crumble
into dust
revealing
all
that was hidden
that
my friend
is
what
one voice
can
do
so
rejoice

 

 

no hope orphanages..

MILITARY RELIEF EFFORTS IN HAITI

child of the dead
your name has been lost
soon you will forget
their touch
and
the warmth
of
their words
these muddy fields
and
makeshift tents
are
you new parents
but
they will not embrace you
nor
seek to feed you
now
you alone
must do those things
expect only
more
tears

 

 

wrapped in a martyr’s flag…

wrapped in a martyrs flag

using the sins of others
to conceal their own sins
history’s atrocities
committed against their fathers
are now their adopted ways

 

 

osmosis…

osmosis

death
has no memory
so
victims
become
murders
killing in the same way
as
their own martyrs
were
slaughtered
and
for 
the same reasons
oppression
to gain advantage
and
to rule others
someone
must
always
be underfoot
to
support
the weight
of
man’s madness

memorial day…

memorial day

there can be
no
doubt
that 
we
walk on graves
fallen souls
beneath
our feet
sons
of
many lands
all
who died
for
one nation
but
that nation
has forgotten
not only
their
names
and
places
of
birth
but
that
deep
bone marrow
of
belief
that held them up
in
battle
when death
was
so apparent
they
would not
surrender
nor
forsake
freedom’s cause
unlike
those who walk
in
marble halls
of
congress
with
marble
so thick
that
the bones
of
the dead
cannot be felt
nor
disrupt
a traitor’s
quest
for
power
would be
that
the dead
could arise
and
once again
defend
the
why
some
chose
to
die

 

 

 

justifiable homicide…

justifiable homicide

biblically inspired
post-it notes
placed
on the pages
of
history
easily removed
and
replaced
to
fit
the occasion
and/or
the whims
of
men’s
greed

concurrent events…

concurrent events

a politically significant discussion
a virtual meeting of world leaders
debates submerged in political science
a seemingly insignificant child
buried today along side family

 

 

go ahead and savor it…

game day

i hear children
though
i can’t see
their faces
and
wouldn’t
know their names
if
i could
but
i can hear
laughter
laughter
full of childish dreams
and
expressions
of
universal hope
but
there will be
no
fulfillment
for
these children
must die
the land
upon which
they stand
is
the contested
promised land
where
one
can find
great happiness
well
not these children
they’re
sort of in the way
of
other’s dreams
but
if you’d like
you could
enjoy their laughter
before
their screams

 

 

from the surface of the earth…

from the face of the earth

has israel
and
others
become
the
fourth reich
an embodiment
of
hitler’s
demonic purification
of
a nation
has
the blood
shed
become
the shield
for
atrocities
committed
with
ss precision
to
cleanse
the land
of
all those different
justified
by
hitler’s
emulation
of
the united states
seizing land
pushing
indigenous peoples out
or
massacring
women
children
and
all
who opposed
injustice
whether
they’re
fighting
or
praying
the
objective
is
the same
to
clear the land

 

 

mankind…

mankind

we are dead stardust
catastrophic remnants
orphans of the universe
perhaps that explains
our inhuman behaviors