No one is listening

No one is listening
our kids are being murdered in their classrooms
         witnessed by the innocent and precious.
politicians are lining their pockets-
    they're chunking the change for porn stars
               and mistresses while
          parents are ordering tiny coffins.

  feeding the masses rhetoric
          with those huge spoons            
                    they're buying it 
                                wearing it
          digesting, sleeping with it.
parents with faces in their phones
         do they even know who their kids are?
      pack a pistol into the lunchkit
        tucked between the cut up apple
                and the snickers bar
          they can't find their kids
               let alone their shotguns and handguns.
  When you try to request gun control
      the rednecks start screaming about the second amendment
        into the take-out speaker
               if they listen
                 oh my god - it might be something they agree with
             "give me a side of ammo and sample of compassion"
so they shout louder and louder and louder
       kiss you sweetly on the lips, good-bye...
            and walk quietly 
             out the door
     cloaked in an AR-15  
             because they need protection -
                   against
                       who?





On May 18, 2018, 8 of my neighbor's children
were gunned down with 2 of their teachers
 at Santa Fe High School, Santa Fe, Texas.
 Please register to VOTE. 
Change is necessary to stop the mass murder
of our most precious and innocent.

No child should be worried about being killed 
            in their schools.


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you are

You are:

an acolyte torch striking fire and brimstone

a modern day Arrian.

a mystery of many dimensions…..

a kaleidoscope with ever changing brilliant views

validating infinity and who god or “od” is.

shocking honesty and quick to correct!

sharing differences with the same timelines –

tip toeing around the gardenias

so they can hear the Max Richter’s Vivaldi

“I think it’s strange you never knew”

plays in my head because you put it there

HAIR

a man without a current face

but one in my head

loyal – true

a smokestack over the monongahela

high at the top of the steps

intense descriptions to hold close

to save & scatter upward for superior suspension

quick wit

I “get” you

always an astonishment

which may be wrapped in crinkled newspaper

but oh what wonders

 

First they came

“First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a communist;
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a socialist;
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out – because I was not a Jew;
Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak out for me.”

by Martin Niemöller