My friends, you are indispensable to the completion of their suffering.
Neither the sheep nor the crow,
or the heirs of official sin, cousins of the murderers,
trapped by their incandescent un-virtue, reeking of disaster.
You are, my friends, the voice of reason, of morality
the heirs of civility, of nobility, of humanity,
Heed your calling and stand, raise your voice
on the devastated land, and cry for justice.
Palestine will be free,
Free from the smug of genocide deniers,
Free from the yoke of repression,
Free from the chains of mass starvation,
Free from the unrelenting bombs, and sniper fires
that kill children at food lines, without mercy, without any remorse.
You are my friends, the voice of consciousness of an entire generation.
Silence is not an option, silence is complicity, a badge of dishonor
Weighing heavily with crushing implications.
Stand and release the quantum energy of liberation in the words, and tears in your eyes --
that speak truth to power and empathy to the heart,
Palestine will be free.
She cried,
She's sorry,
I cried,
You left.
The nerve.
You can come back,
You can stay,
We can stay together.
She said she'll never do it again,
She cried and held me,
You were gone.
When you come back I'll be happy,
I hope you're happy,
It wasn't my fault.
Her words were painful,
Like only a cut could heal.
I cried.
You left.
Come back and kick it,
Stay awhile,
Stay forever.
You'l be here.
None's more a noble try
Than to pop one in on the fly
Takes deft swings to cram one in
Others glance 'em off the pin
For such a feat so grand you'd think
There'd be more in it than just a drink
Scored an Ace once, had to buy
We ran that keg really dry
When mine went in, it cleaned my purse
If it happens again I'll surely curse
Yet some denied ponder why
If I get another, I think I'll lie
Help! Help! I'm running dry
I'm the same old jester, can't figure out why
Lost my giggle
It's a mysterious riddle
No wait, it's back, YAHOO I decry
© Jack Ellison 2015