and the answer’s no…

we are the people
and if you invent new laws
we will not follow
if you reject women’s rights
we will not follow
if gender roles offend you
we will not follow
if decisions are racist 
we will not follow
if you aid and abet crime
we will not follow
if power’s your only goal
we will not follow
if our voices go unheard
we will not follow
what we do follow makes law
we’re the final judges

king george’s court…

there’s some confusion
’bout who when and where we are
this ain’t no england
and we ain’t no one’s subjects
but boston harbor’s still there

mount st helens…

promises
of
freedom
carefully crafted
dreams
to
resemble
reality
a socially embedded
myth
like
an induced
drug
comma
that
has postponed
the nightmare
unfolding
across
the
nation
it
is
a reoccurring
incubus
calling out
for
the promises
of
freedom
to be
fulfilled
not by some
high priest’s
words
offering
more of the same
gruel
that
with patience
it
will be delivered
but
it has never
been
delivered
nor
i fear
ever
will
be
and
i suspect
time is running out
for
promises
and
promisors

 

winter in cairo…

fears
crystal icicles
dripping droplets
of doubt
upon the day
whenever
hope begins
to rise
and freedom’s
warmth
radiates
beyond
frozen
moments
of history
it is then
when reason
slips
and peace
eludes all
who seek
steady footing
for their lives
falling
finding only
the pavement
stained
with their own
blood