Archive | February 2018


A land of parks is what we need

Flowers and trees

Grass if we can spare the water

Air we can breathe

Sunlight to enjoy

In gun free, hate free zones.


A nation of schools is what we need

Bright eager students

Asking the questions

Finding new answers

Speaking truth without

Politely raising their hands


A world of justice is what we need

Where black lives matter

Where money can’t buy votes

And every vote counts

Where all children can be safe

In their schools and in their homes.


Listen to the children

Listen to the wind

Follow the beating of your heart

Find the courage

To demand a new day

Of love and of peace


House the homeless

Shelter the refugee

Dry the tears

That stain the face

Of  our dear lady,

Sweet Liberty



They say compression therapy works

To get the swelling down

Drain the fluids that cause pain.

Racism, lymph

and stagnant lies,

All of a piece they seem.


It isn’t even

It isn’t easy

Welts and pain

Where the bandage binds.

What a relief to rub them out

For a moment’s rest

Before engaging once again


Weep with me

Work with me

Keep the pressure up

Drain the stinking swamp





The Sore



There is a sore

Deep underneath the skin

Of our sweet planet


It has been there forever

Back before the dinosaurs,

One of Evolution’s many mistakes


Don’t blame it on God


Inflammatory markers

Offered warnings

But the sore festered and grew.


Weeping out its poison

An infectious despair

A cancer in our souls


We need to lance the wound

Add the antibiotic salve

Bandage the broken hearts


Don’t blame it on God


We are the physicians here

And we must learn

To heal ourselves.