liberty’s wildfire…

once the glow
from her lamp
offered
the warmth
of hope
for
freedom
and
sanctuary
from
the flames
of
religious persecution
but
now
it has
a garish glow

what the hummingbird taught…

aunt bea
said
looking
at
world events
these
days
makes one feel
that
everything
under god’s heaven
has fallen
into
complete decay
that
nothing
is going right
nor
can
but
as i look out
my window
and
remove
the shroud
of fear
that clouds
my eyes
then
i can see a world
going about its business
ignoring
the foolishness
of humans
knowing
that
survival
is dependent
upon no one
except
ourselves
we must learn
to adapt
and
force
the course
of tomorrow
into
our dreams
not
into
the nightmares
of
submission

one-life stands…

nightfall
the last
call
for humanity
having
been served
a brew
of corporate greed
so
intoxicating
that men
and
women
were drawn
to
strange beds
only
to find
in morning’s light
stained sheets
stained
with the blood
of
the innocent
children
gasping
for
one breath
of
untainted
tomorrows
children
brought
into the fray
with a promise
of
a better world
now
given
only
discarded
passions

sheer madness…

the stone that struck him
was from the hands of a child
with a single shot
revenge was complete
the child’s blood filled the parkway
mingling with tear gas
wails from a mother
broke through the dark night’s chaos
an unanswered prayer
no apologies
for blind hate feels no remorse
so another grave
hewn from the rocky soil
will give rise to tears
tears watering blooms of hate
where a young child stands
family of the fallen one
now it’s death’s cycle
eternal eye for an eye
a nation’s history