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Earth
As I ponder the great mystery, and watch
the faery folk romp in the Buttercups
that I planted with loving belief
I mourn mankind's desertion of magic
wholesome incantations of peace fly
on wings of mindless hope, yearning
as bulldozers push piles of reeking
corpses into the coffers of merchants
As motherlove's message goes unheard
we strive for a bigger slice of hell
humanity rushes headlong to destruction
while I sip my lemonade, and mourn us
Remembering the glorious Turtledoves
Oh but twere thousands for every Bush
Earth and her children at odds over
life's ambition of tender mercies
While fancy pursues thoughts of music
great crashing of bombs fill the air
singing a vast destruction dirge
as children play, Daddy kills children
while I watch, the faery play, I weep
while mother marks warning with waves
I look into mankind's countenance, frowning
why do we not see the faery folk play?
will we not replace ambitions frenzy
with a loving mother's magical embrace
the faery tell a story of a day when
mankind will see them again, and love
Look! peeking from behind the verdant ferns
is it? could it be? Hope? Magic?
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In The Name Of
Eons ago there were bipedal creatures
with a clumsy gait and primitive features
they danced in circles to celebrate sun
the Genie was released, the carnage begun
across the river lived the other ones
who didn't believe they were children of sun
they worshiped the moon, the mother of night
a Goddess of darkness, who cast her own light
five hundred years later came dugout boats
across the river, the sun men could float
they killed the moon men with rock and club
to set things straight with the sun as the hub
ten thousand years later midwives were burned
by children of God, and the lessons they'd learned
they slaughtered thousands, ordained by God
They buried red pagans under American sod
a new chief has risen, all brimstone and fire
men with another God raise his dark ire
It seems through the eons the lessons we've learned
were to build bigger clubs, now cities are burned
a strange way to worship the prince of peace
why will the hell hounds, again be released?
Why can't mankind follow the golden rule?
how can we embrace this arrogant fool?
Like Lemmings, we follow him over the cliff
we spend our young men for black oily gifts
as clergy, and media condemn cries for peace
and real Christians hope for freedom's release
Sighted
Global warming here as foretold
IGNORED
first of the four horsemen
gallops in from Texas
usurps good will and blind
patriotism
for an insane agenda
terrorists and freedom fighters
defined by their name for God
Holocaust and firestorms
perpetrated in thy name
one love, one love, ONE LOVE
visible to children, mothers,
and too few others
earth herself begins to wobble
wealth and resources
too heavily concentrated
petrochemical giants pour fuel
into coffers of psychotic puppeteers
fields of wheat give way
to another Wal Mart
mother sheds tears of blood, pus
at the sight of what her children
do to her children
raping her forests
gouging away at her flanks
with puke-yellow bulldozers
great snarling beasts patrol
the grid of asphalt squares
that grace her tender skin
enormous buzzing maelstrom
of infected knowledge
zings through the poisoned air
children go hungry as resources
are diverted for more weapons
to kill other children
missiles instead of medicine
demands the mad puppeteer
as well intentioned dupes
wave flags...and cheer
take from the poor
give to the rich
trickle down economics
bathe the have-nots
in the urine of the haves
toxic clouds build over
cement mountain ranges
with smokestack peaks
spewing poison
and infected information
acid rain, fried babies, melting icecaps,
poisoned rivers, tag-team hurricanes
famine, poverty, illegal love, [because
its not his kind of love] bombs for
Israel, nukes for Korea, rain forests
disappear. All unnoticed
but we never miss a football score
or a madmans speech
blind men march to the tune
of a monster
while the sighted are silenced
some of us had eyes to see
tried to stop it
communes and homesteads
against tyrants and greed
love against lust
we had no chance,the sighted ones
the blind allowed us no voices
even now so few see the demons
breathing fire on mothers tender skin
I envy the blind their absence of sorrow
it is a sad burden
to be sighted
in a blind world
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