.


amid the fires

I see you too

::

the mother !

Carrying something in ****** rags

Weeping

""

American drone airplane in the sky

:/:

we are of it yes ?

;:


Compassion


..

He read the poem but didn't
Hate
The writer

••

Mockery

//

Softly now

//

The wild party gunshot night
Of gangs policemen politicians

And some innocent passerby

Bleeding on the sidewalk nearly dead

//

She

Was busy

•

the Rose and Blood and the Bread

Amid stories of the god we killed

And of the words were spoken

The glorification of violence

And the earth now dead

//

And I am here

""

My love too is here

::::

You too

( if you want )

If you want to stay awhile