tell me no more stories of war i don’t want to hear about acts of valor on the battlefield or families left behind orphaned by political and corporate greed no don’t tell me another story until you can raise the dead
ain’t never wondered
if
you were there
or
not
cuz’
i’ve been carrying
this
holy book
as
my shield
since
i was young
and
force fed
to believe
without
doubt
there
was
some higher
power
than man
as well as
purpose
for
my life
but
as
i’m saying
this final prayer
surrounded
by
the rotting flesh
of
innocent lives
i’m
just wondering
if
you’ve
ever
been
there
such a fragile shell that holds this thing called life with the center as the soul how easily life shatters with the slightest force so it is surprising how man willingly discards his most precious gift from the gods forfeiting existence for the void of vanity or the illusion of allegiance some merchants will without hesitation sell the souls of others no matter the duration of their existence young or old matters not as long as there’s a profit to be made traffickers of inhumanity tossing aside the broken lives as if chaff in the wind so it is that so many lives end some even before they’ve begun for madmen rarely see beyond themselves
don’t matter which good book you read quran bible or whatever spiritual star chart you follow the charge to all adults is to protect children from moral and physical harm don’t say nothing about only the white ones so i suspect brown black and all the colors in between are included yet everyday i read about how children are victimized in wars or how so-called civilized nations caged children like dogs along the border and at birth how children of color die more frequently than their white counterparts oh there’s far too many homeless and hungry children to count perhaps our leaders share the notion that children of color are just useless eaters as i recall that was the same dogma that the nazis subscribed to wonder where the new mass graves for children will be
what prayers should be said to wash away the blood stains from a child’s clothes and will those same prayers breathe life into lifeless forms forms broken from life’s mosaic by brutal blows from human greed a greed making void prayers that a child once again can feel a parent’s touch and giggle with joy over simple songs sung as night embraces consciousnesses what celestial words will be heard by the gods to end these nightmares called war
world democracy ain’t nothing but a chicken with it’s head cut off without strong humanitarian leadership flip flopping around spilling children’s blood all over the ground and mighty nations don’t make a peep about the carnage since they’re looking forward to greed’s feast carelessly made with cunning bloodied hands from selling weapons to both warring parties you might rightly call those nations chicken pluckers for as the earth is plunged into the boiling water of climate change they’re busy pulling earth’s resource feathers off to stuff their pillows with dollars but one day soon no one is going to have a place to sleep
Read Between the Minds 