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The Fire Rains Down

The fire rains down across the west

Choking smoke and flames

The water rises with the wind

Drowning out our southern lands

 

The drums of war beat loudly

Behind the Nazi chants

Dreams turn into nightmares

None of us are safe

 

I don’t believe in Armageddon

That’s not my kind of God

This horror is not holy

And prayers are not enough

 

Breathe deep with battered lungs

And sing into the howling wind

Beat your hands in time to music

Keep heaven in your heart

 

The roots of love run deep

A taproot to our souls

Be like the mighty redwood

Staying strong amidst the flames.

 

 

 

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Snap Your Head

Snap your head

Back over your shoulders

Though it might seem

The world has gone insane

 

No time for dreaming

Lost in the clouds

Of a sweet fantasy land

Where reason might rule

 

Break open your hands

Dig in the dirt

Find the lost souls

Buried in fear

 

Wind up your wisdom

Carry your load

Speak when you’re able

As loud as you can

 

The rain is still falling

The flood waters burn

With the acid of lies

From clouds of despair

 

Pack up your troubles

And lend me a hand

If we stay woke

We might witness the dawn

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I Wake

Sometimes when I wake

I am not sure

Where I have been

Dreams are like that

A soft focus

Vague outlines

An imagined universe

Where the rules

Never quite apply

 

Sometimes when I stop

Doing whatever it was

That kept me busy

I am not sure

Where I am

What kind of world is this?

A harsh light

Batters my eyes

And I awake

To the suffering

All around our world

 

Hold me in a dream

Bring me home

To that land

Where hope

Love and justice thrive

Peace at last

A soft focus

A sweet dream

 

 

Tired and Yearning

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“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”  – Emma Lazerous

 

Tired so tired

We need another golden door.

Our own poor masses

No longer can breathe

The toxic soup of lies

That spew from factories of hate

 

Refuse fills our beaches

While children drown

On other shores

Homeless walk the streets

Of every town

In our “good ole USA”

 

Time to huddle

Time to pray

Time to plot

And way past time

To lift our lamps

Raising our voices

High and clear.

 

Yearning

Working

To  dry the tears

Of our Lady, Liberty.

 

Zip Line

Clean and sharp as a zip line

The truth zings down

Old vines, twisted leaves

Can only cover

The truth so long

 

Fasten your harness

Carry water and snacks

It is going to be

An amazing ride

At a frightful height

 

Hold onto the truth

Hold onto the line

Balance is everything

Brute strength alone

Won’t keep us down.

 

 

 

Whitelash

The genteel become surreal

When white supremacy is named

Clash and slash

It’s a real whitelash

 

Why can’t we white folks

Understand

Its not about us

Our ideas our feelings

 

 

Listen learn

Center on the whole

Swallow defensiveness

And remember to breathe

 

Our advice is not needed

Our opinions are fluff

We can cheer brave folks on

Offer support and yes love

 

This whole world is a mess

But enough is enough

Resistance is reality

Breaking through at long last.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boundless

My rage flows boundless

From the molten core of my heart.

 

How long

Will this go on?

How much

Can one soul take?

 

Ancient as the earth

The pain of war

Relentless as the wind

The chains that hold us all.

 

The sea overflows with our grief

For lost hopes

While the ashes of our dreams

Wash up on distant shores.

 

My rage flows boundless

The fire rises in my throat

Boundless yes

But silent?

Not.an.option

Anymore

 

Let the lava flow

Let it melt the walls

Release will ease our hearts

And quiet our fears

 

When the fires cool

Will there be a new land

Children safe at last

We are the ancestors

May we find the courage

To earn the future’s gratitude.

 

 

 

 

 

Morning Light

There is a special quality of light

As a new day dawns

The shadows are still deep

Danger can lurk undisclosed

 

But every budding leaf

Of each new tree is also revealed

Dew sparkles like shattered glass –

Or chains

 

Seize the day

Open eyes can

Bring about the dawn

There is nothing more beautiful

Than justice reborn.

 

 

 

 

 

Wheel of Justice

I wrote this back in May of 2006, during the Bush years.  Little did I know I would need it again.

Wheel of Justice

The wheel is rolling backward.

Listen to the voices shouting,

In anger and in rage.

The soft sobs at the end of the day

Echo through the valley of despair.

The city streets are baking,

The countryside is gray with dust.

There is a heartbeat Somewhere.

Feel it pulsing.

A small sprout of green

Rises up through the cracked pavement

A sparrow drops a seed.

If we cannot stand it

Then we have to stand.

 

If we cannot stand

Then we have to crawl.

Don’t wipe the tears.

Let them run

Through the fields,

Water for the crops

That we must grow.

The wheel is rolling backwards

But that doesn’t have to be.

First one

Then another

Yet another

And again

We will feel the good ache

Of holy muscles

Working with us,

As we place

Our shoulders to the wheel

 

Shattered Glass

The glass has shattered

But the ceiling holds

Rose colored spectacles

Are rimmed with blood

But still we can see

The sun shining

Beyond the poisoned skies

 

Hold my hand

My dear my love

Put on your boots

Protect your feet

As we move forward

Into a world

Of broken glass

To rebuild again

And again

And again