manuscript editing…

ghost writings...

if injustice’s dead would rise
and once again have human eyes
so they could find their oppressors
calling them out by name
we’d have to rewrite the history books

coronapocalypse…

no face mask
required
presidential funeral wake
for
those citizens
taking part
in
genocide
campaign donations
required
leave your coughs
at
door
and
always drink
with
two hands
stumbling on ramps
shows
your solidarity
with
mindless obedience
to
bathroom scriptures
offering
you
salvation
when
you’re
dead and gone
as
consequence
of
listening
to
fool
on
capital hill

 

red sunset…

copyright cwmartin 2012

the water
in the well
runs red
red with the blood
of children
children
seeking safety
in their parents’ arms
the water
in the well
seeps into
the river
like the truth
of their deaths
and
the river
runs red
now
with the blood
of mother and child
who sought only
freedom
but found only
the river
the red river
it runs
to the sea
the sea
runs red
red with the blood
of conscripts
conscripts
for global greed
fighting for unseen
sheltered men
of wealth
who manufacture
flags of glory
for those who
might
survive
and
the seas
embrace
land
and the lands
run
red

just a gypsy…

as she passed by in her traditional gypsy skirt
embroidered with sequins and coins
one man created an illusion of intimacy in his mind
while another said
beautiful yes…but she’s a 
  gypsy 
     exiled
     punishment
     harboring 
     jesus
     myth
   nazis
     systematic
     genocide
     concentration camp
     forced labor
     imprisonment
     extermination
     killed on sight
     einsatzgruppen 
     history’s largest
     mass murder
  after war
      assimilation schemes
      restrictions
      cultural freedom
      language
      and
      music
      banned
      labeled
      socially degraded stratum
      women sterilized
      state policy
had they but know her history
or that her love for country was as unconditional
as her beauty
they might have rethought their words
if not
then they are no more than fools
for seeing just a gypsy

Poem inspired by comments from http://jadepaloma.wordpress.com/