It has been said that pain is
a conversation waiting to be had.
If that is so, there’s so much to share:
Today, the term the United States
is on the road to becoming less and less
an applicable synonym for America.
Reigning division and separatism
seem to be the new twin watch-words
describing this discordant nation.
Today, the old Mason-Dixon Line
has been replaced; yet of the tri-color
flag, white remains supreme; red and blue
identifying her divisive demarcations.
Black, brown and yellow sprinkle
in the circles thereof and polarization
of color again sums up the political times.
That all men are created equal
was a worthy pen; such words, however,
have yet to become a living reality.
It has been held that what goes around
soon comes back around—if the circle
is not broken. Yet it is also held true
that a bubble blown beyond its limits
will surely burst and dissipate into vapor.
In my opinion,
Patriotism
is one of our most gravest sins,
promoting nothing but separatism.
causing conflict and tension among many nations,
as opposed to practicing problem solving,
towards a peaceful global unification.
Mending The Web Of Life
You can't always be right;
You won't always be wrong.
Nothing is all black or white;
In a world where all belong.
Ego is a form of separatism;
That ol' conquer and divide.
I choose to embrace bipartisan;
Over a wounded pride.
Religions that breed hate;
Politics that spawn from greed.
Time to rise and liberate;
Allow none to continue to impede.
Walk together down a path of peace;
In healing and harmony.
Promote unity to increase;
Congregate as one human family.
So it is said and so shall it be;
May it be done with beauty and respect.
Flourish once more from the sacred tree;
May our hearts interconnect.
Dear World,
I get so frustrated at you for the hate, wars, and violence;
Sometimes I could just scream.
I shake my head and walk away in silence;
And remember Martin Luther King Jr.'s dream.
I get so sad how apathetic to the plight of others you've become;
I cleanse my sorrow with tears.
It must be comfortable to be so very numb;
Or so frightening to surrender your conscience to fears.
What has war produced for the human family?
It made some very wealthy to tally up the score.
Shatters Mr. King's dream of world wide unity;
So even more can die, fighting a politician's war.
This is your world, this is my world too;
It is the only one we really know.
If we are many and they are few;
Can we not let seeds of love grow?
Oh world isn't there more to life than money?
You can't take it with you when you die.
Life is but a journey;
We are but mere travelers you and I.
Don't kill in my name to satisfy your separatism;
I will have no part in anything that harms another.
Living with a hateful heart is a self made prison;
And I have too much love for all who live on our Great Mother.
Walking as if within a dream down, her heart's hushed corridors....
A swarm of gnats gnawing viciously on their mongrel heretics dogmatic
Scrolls his provenance clinging unto it's birth this womb's, in vogue ? Void
Sacrilegious separatism these virulent breeds as bred by, rabid's father tongue
An ark of their own covenants; Elizabethan's, elliptical children studious starve'lings
Intransigent invading illusionist craving conjurers confederations; ancient's sperminations
Luxferre la fox her kismet's quaff a quagmire ? Yet love's looking glass and time, she shall drink.
Its foundation built on sacrifice
maintained by the strength of belief
wounded by separatism
healed by patriotism
destroyed by disunion