Wake up, U.S.
Wake up.
Surely, there’s a reason
you’re digging deep that ditch of yours
dead children cry off in the distance
but you’re too busy making wars.
Slaughtered by the thousands
Raped of body and of life
If only someone would step in,
but corruption wields the knife.
Silence is the kiss of death
We hear but we ignore
We make amends
to secure our oil rigs–
Forget the blood baths,
the pain
of Darfur…
If the Earth will listen,
take it on, and set it right–
see that human life is precious…
We need to grow worried and troubled and restless.
Stop thinking, ‘We can’t let this depress us.”
Americans cannot be the only ones who need justice!!!
You soldier on in your quest for oil,
–spilling blood, leaving the pot to boil;
Take on “terror” like it’s a singular thing
You’ve become all head and no body.
So, the dust grows thick
as the hours count down.
a feuded few remain.
hopeless alliance
marked down as defiance…
and the giants sing their song no more.
And the giants sing their song no more.
* * *
A breeze carries the blood
that sticks to sand in endless devotion.
flies swarm a rotting corpse, soon-to-be pecked at by a vulture.
A gun drags in the sand,
its strap disconnected from the barrel.
a 10-year-old boy swings it
Up
and
about
in solid indifference.
He’ll never know.
This man
was his father.
~crystal, 7/11/07
Who. Who knows. Who knows how many. Who knows how many after this will remain.