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Poetry Poems, Haiku & Tanka etc.

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Old 09-24-2003, 10:07 PM   #1
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Nabraska
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Who's Savage

The point produces pain
prompted by pellets
of passionate thoughts.
Foreign fingers place themselves
around triggers that are pulled
for patriotism.
These third world women and men
must be liberated by leaders
who know right from wrong...
So we war to bring peace.
But war produces
booms & battles, broken arms
and ashes that are bound
by burning bushes.
Teeth grit as terror triumphs
sounds smash into drums of ears
so that every soldier is deaf
by the end of the skirmish.
Can you hear the cries of children?
carrying loaded rifles ready & cocked
to choke the capillaries
of these living souls…(cowboys)
We are weaned to want, taught to take,
educated to inflict our will upon others,
that are not like us.
Manifest Destiny was designed
as a scheme of domination.
The American Dream dares the world
to do something about democracy….
but from the outside—it looks so good.
Glamorized and televised, every third eye
drips tears as the mind imagines America—
that land of opportunity…
But w/ me—a survivor of slavery, student of
colonies, & creator of relativity;
those capitalistic thieves
are members of misery.
Colonist call themselves Christians
working all day, even on Sunday,
even though Christ wanted his time—holy.
We cannot hold that money we fold,
it must be circulated; as we
sit at calculators adding up the
cents to billions & trillions
of capitol.
Keep them in their cubicles converting
calls to sales so that souls
can have a price tag—everyone has a price.
But what ponders my mind
is the past which has prompted
a simple life as savage.
We see living in sod huts as tragic,
erecting expensive towers as temples
to shade the view of the Almighty.
Crime shines in the shadows
as alleys become safe-havens
for homelessness who have succumb
to doing lines of liberty & tokin’ on smoke
of the American way.
We look and say how they have wasted opportunity
yet look again and see;
are they the savage ones—
…or are we?



I wanted to post this poem after reading some of tonite's post. I hope ya'll are feeling it.
Peace (and I mean that literally)
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