What’s a Generation?
Twenty years 325,980 bombs Sent away From these United States. But sent towards? Towards a bigger empire, A wealthier portfolio, Another generation Trained to defend A cruel nation.
Song of the Living Dead
The living Bury ourselves in shame Of pipeline trenches dug. The living are ripped Jaggedly, lengthwise; symmetry undone By fracking. The salt of the living Bleeds, nuclear waste Leaking into ocean waters. The living mourn the loss Of nature’s bountiful song, Supplanted by the drone strikes of the dead.
Acknowledgment
Remind me, Your anger Is fear. It will Help me Read Unarticulated words on The page of your Heart, pore over Them as I would my own, To set aside ugly faces, Translate Them into vulnerability; Vulnerability Into tenderness; Tenderness, relatability – Where we are one – Where we know Each other’s words so well we can, finally, grow.
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