WI    1991 -   
I like this quote:"The rage, for it's MAN who built each wall,
who has locked himself in concrete, is he afraid of nature?" ~La Rage

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Poetic Justice
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I like this quote:"The rage, for it's MAN who built each wall,
who has locked himself in concrete, is he afraid of nature?" ~La Rage

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Poetic Justice
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Can't take a breath
Hands in the air
What is pretend to you
What isn't there
Evidence subjected to
trail by Belief
The World holding still
waiting for you to
release

Posters of the lost
Seen by the sex trafficked who walk
The streets - They are forced
To fuck.

When extremism focuses its magnifying glass on the kindle of the reasonable,
Satire provides the needed shade
to snuff out a wild fire

Satire is the defense to manufactured ignorance.

"Guide me like a missile into difference"
war is a sick game when rules are the business
and everyone at the stand is a sitting witness
to the genocide making millions
dollars or religion doesn't make a citizen
"Guide me into the shield of the innocent"

Current affairs
Every Morning Reborn
Every Morning Reborn
Jul 21      Jul 21

Longing
Realities collide in violence
Borders are a death veil
No matter the side
We all
Cross
The line

Every Morning Reborn
Every Morning Reborn
Mar 23      Mar 23

"I won't die"

Spirits moan of slaughter in barbed wire prisons
encampments set fire to generations
death ships tattered sails return no more
after storms conquest killed hate
only by coincidence
dynasties build walls so high the future can't scale
in a world where even the most tolerant kingdoms fall in self edification
language is buried and resurrected into  cunning disguised as kindness
thieves hung up with their identity
metal upon metal clash as lancets are stained in blood
civilians are cold retinas starring into the sun for answers
years go by the hundreds
war is like a fine silk
who wouldn't notice
insurgent memories competing for their shores
is it really a disease that makes them forget
a crow perches its feet on their profile
soldiers reach for Heaven in a mushroom cloud

The Living hear the sound
only piling dirt

Tears are words pursued
for those confident they would never write a Eulogy

#war   #life   #hate   #fire   #death   #tears   #darkness   #eulogy   #octave  
Every Morning Reborn
Every Morning Reborn
Mar 7      Mar 7

That is the beautiful thing about quotes. They are so open ended and universal that even a Convict could strike a cord and resonate something deeply human in you.

 
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