when you’ve taken what you want…

when you've taken what you want

tell me
when will the laughter
begin
again
when
will
a child’s voice
sound
as pure
as
a parent’s love
when
will
we hear
the carefree caress
from a nighttime story
as
a child
is placed
in a warm bed
their
heartbeats
heard
above
the cries
for food

acquisition cost…

resigned for personal reasons

1 million
malnourished children
dying
each year
and
although
45 dollars
could
provide
a full course
of
life-saving care
weapons
are bought
missiles
air to air infrared
a cool million apiece
and
arrays
of sexy rockets
like
surface to air
man-portables
at
bargain prices
of
38,000 dollars
per unit
oh
the rockets’ red glare
and
the bursting in air
of rifle rounds
fired
from calibers
most could
never
comprehend
nor count

the number
of shots fired
or
total price
not
quite
as cheap
as rice
but
choices
must
be made
supporting
life
or
war

please continue…

please continue

there’s no need
for you
to stop the feast
because
a child
is dying
yes
do continue
with your meal
you
can’t save
the world
nor
change
the ravages
of war
please
by all means
continue
and
have another
gently stirred
martini
it has
a
numbing
effect
on
the soul

orphanage…

orphanage

and this child
shall not cry out
and sling stones
at tormentors
nor
sift through
smoldering rubble
to find
something to sell
for a scrap of food
nor
shall this child
wail with war’s sorrow
as parents
are buried
no
this child
will not cry
nor
suffer the pangs
of hunger
for this child
has been embraced
in the warm arms
of death
sheltered
from the apathy
of mankind

urchins outside society’s feast…

Honoré Daumier: The Beggars (c. 1845, Oil on canvas, 59.7x74 cm)

Honoré Daumier: The Beggars (c. 1845, Oil on canvas, 59.7×74 cm)

there is no need
to bury
the dead children
they would merely
wander from their graves
and
return to the streets
let them continue
to rot
in the cities
which gave birth
to their grief
and
their hunger
they would
not
appreciate
the olive
in your martini
so turn away
from the window
walk on the other side
of the street
their outstretched
begging hands
hold no future
for you
if you
feel
you must
help
continue to pray
and
pay some holy man
to absolve you
of all guilt
at a bargain price
of only
thirty pieces
of silver

 

exposition park …

digital decoupage cwmartin

carefully
placed lies
on the edge
of
your reality
keep
your sanity
intact
but
leave you
balanced
between
heaven
and
hell
a no man’s land
for the soul
where
even the slightest
display of kindness
may result
in
unexpected
consequences
so
you’ve decided
it’s best not
to show
you care
staring
past
the starving children
on the street
while
eying
a new
ipod