Turn the other
into an object
that's where
genocide begins.
Manipulations
of the economy machines,
Sweeping labels
capture all,
That's where incarceration
to
slaughter begins.
Rapists
cockroaches
infidels
the unclean.
I put this log
into my woodstove
the pill bugs
scurrying for cover,
I feel a heart felt flicker,
Light the match,
Go upon my day,
Never looking back.
What does it take to treat
people
that way?
Where conscious
loving
living
human beings
transformed
by a look
into
pill bugs scurrying
for cover
with a fire storm,
No one
Every one
knows
is
coming.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC
Turn the other
into an object
that's where
genocide begins.
Manipulations
of the economy machines,
Sweeping labels
capture all,
That's where incarceration
to
slaughter begins.
Rapists
cockroaches
infidels
the unclean.
I put this log
into my woodstove
the pill bugs
scurrying for cover,
I feel a heart felt flicker,
Light the match,
Go upon my day,
Never looking back.
What does it take to treat
people
that way?
Where conscious
loving
living
human beings
transformed
by a look
into
pill bugs scurrying
for cover
with a fire storm,
No one
Every one
knows
is
coming.
Beginning with Expanding Consciousness, this poem is Volume 2 on a world of politics and genocide, one more to go and I'll be returning to other themes. I know, as Samuel Goldwyn said several years ago, if I want to make a movie with a message, I'll send a telegram.
But sometimes you still gotta write a protest song.
