ELECTION 2004
Politics of fear working like a dream
keeps America from changing horses
in the middle of a scream
Tag Archives: War
THE INNOCENCE OF ARMIES
THE INNOCENCE OF ARMIES
Each snowflake is unique
You can freeze to death
ten feet from your door
in a blizzard
Every child is beautiful
This is difficult to remember
when they have gathered
into swirling armies
ME AND THE DEITY
ME AND THE DEITY
Bin Laden and Bush are bombing for God
tantric devotees are humping for God
Hindus are sitting on peaks and lying on
nails and wiping out Moslems for God
In Ireland they’re still at killing their brother
in the name of the Father and the holy Mother
In the Holy lands while the world overlooks
they are killing for land and two holy books
As for me
I’ve done nothing near so dramatic this year
to show the depth of my belief
Although I’m wondering if maybe the Deity
may be finding that a bit of a relief
POETS IN PEACETIME
POETS IN PEACETIME
Poets like soldiers
are of little value in times of peace
But it is important that
they maintain their readiness
with a certain degree of discipline
some exercises with live ammunition
and long marches with heavy packs
BLOOD
BLOOD
The drums of war are beating again
and all the brave young boys
are leaving their mothers
to go off and be men
And they all will be changed
for the better or worse
and many a blessing
lies under a curse
And if they come back at all
when they come back from war
they’ll have friends oh my friends
like they’ve not had before
Yes the friends they make here
midst the death and the fear
are friends that grow dear
and yet dearer each year
For a new family is formed
in the sand and the mud
where each man learns
blood is thicker
than blood
MOTHERS DAY 2003
MOTHERS DAY 2003
Civilization born
between Tigris and Euphrates
blood still running down both legs
GRAVE
GRAVE
From every body dropped
into the not quite solid earth
ripples of might have been
US
US
Each of us is them
each of us on every side
every bomb suicide
WAR POEMS
WAR POEMS
Every poem
is an anti war poem
Although
people of prose
have often bent the light
to lead the young to their deaths
PRESIDENTS NEED LOVE TOO
PRESIDENTS NEED LOVE TOO
If every statement
is either a please or a thank you
and it just might be true
Then maybe all George’s little Georgie
wants for Christmas is just to feel safe
And if that’s true, and it might be too
Then all I want
is for him to find a safer way to do it