They say “cover it up now
Make it look the same as all the other manufactured bodies,
Being pumped into this assembly line world”,
But my body is not the same as those,
It is soft and made of silk in an iron factory,
And the cold metal burns my skin.

Because I have the right to bear arms but not to bare arms,
Telling me that the guns that ****** are the only thing I am allowed to have,
And even though my body is hot hot hot, it will never be killer.

And you tell me that I am like the guns sitting in a shop waiting to be picked out, grabbed, paid for,
Except I'm worth less and and worthless and more disposable
Telling me I'm all hormones and ***** moans
Telling me that I am yours.

But I am not yours,
I am the little schoolgirls with battery acid thrown in their faces
Touched by hands that harm not help
Ripping apart their hearts and bodies.

But I am not yours,
I am not even mine,
I am in the freedom,
And that freedom is not in your guns or your yells or your stars,
That freedom is in the plant pushing out the iron girls, girls, girls,

Pushing them out into your world
The world that belongs to you because you claim it
But you're no match for the iron girls and their metal hearts
Taking everything you have and have had
And making it theirs, theirs, theirs

Sometimes
A page has to be flipped to find another chapter
some doors have to shut for others to open
tears have to be shed if a soul is to see laughter
a road has to reach the end for another to begin
a generation has to be phased for another to takeover
war has to be fought (peace lost) for peace to be found
sometimes
men rise when others fall, a hole is dug to fill a hole
a fight is started to win a fight, all it cost... to win it all
some lead to follow and others follow to lead
sometimes the chills from the rains of greed
cause the greatest of shivers
when Augeans are clean and ***** are rivers
sometimes
equilibrium is reset by living on the edge
and to know freedom we have to be bound
sometimes calm's plucked off a tree of rage
and for a people to be whole, a people have to be torn
so death has to happen sometimes for life to be born
Sometimes
to find heaven we go through hell for it don't have to start but end well
as savagery brings-forth civilisation,unity's found in the arms of session...
sometimes the loudest of riots are what a people in silence says
as the darkest nights are sometimes recipe for the brightest days

रसा नाङै नाङै आरो बेसेबां थैनो?
बेसेबां उन्दुनो मेगन मोदैजों?
हांमा आरो दाहाखौ बेसेबां गोबानो-
आरोबाव गादब जानो मुगा मोनबेसे?
जों सुथुरखौ सिनायबाय दिनै
सुसिगिरि गादबगिरि खुंगुरिखौ सिनायबाय,
बेखायनो सोंनो गोसो जायो दिनै
सिखावखौ सैमा बथाया सोंनायबादि।
ओँखार ओंखार बे हानि फिसाफोर
सुसिग्रानि अन्थाइ बिखा गलि होनो,
बे हादोरनि आयेन बस'ग्रा खुंगुरिखौ
राजमासिनिफ्राइ दिनै बोख्लायना होनो।
रोजाब मेथाइ बिखा फोरदान्नानै
थांनानै थानायनि मोन्थाइनि थाखाय,
उदांस्रिनि गोलाव लामा हान्थिनायनि
रोजाब मेथाइ बिख्लो सोमावनायनि।
हाखर सिङाव अख्रां नायदाव नायदाव
आरोबाव दिनै थानो हालिया,
सिमां मिजिंखौ फेलें खालामजालिया
बिरखांनो अख्रांआव फानजारि सिफायदो।
जों लुबैया अराय मुगा खोमसिखौ
इनाय-अनागार आरोबाव हाया सहायनो,
बिखा फोरदानदो गादबग्रानि हेंथायै
बे हानि फिसाखौ जोथोनै दोननो।
ओंखार आदार सिख'जानाय फिसाफोर
रोजाब जुजिनायनि बिग्राइलु मेथाइ,
उदांस्रिखौ लाबोनो बयनिबो सेराव
रोजाब जिउ जारिमिननि मोन्थाइ।
जों बे हानि मावथि आबादारि
बे हानि रैखा खबसआ जोंनि
आजै-आजौनि देहा हासारजों रजनाय बे मिथिंगा
बुं सुसिगिरि बे हादोरा सोरनि?

अराय मुगा खोमसि खोमसि
बे गादबजानाय, बे सुसिजानायखौ
दिनै आरो गाबोन सहायनो हालिया,
फरायजायै खोमसियाव थानो हालिया।
बनजार दैखांदों गादब जानाय फोरजाफोर
बे गादबग्रा, बे सुसिगिरिजों जुजिदो
ब्लाव ब्लाव दुंनाय अर बिखायाव लानानै-
खोमसिनि जालामाखौ दिनैनो बोखावदो।
उदांस्रिया हब्रादों आयदै आयदै होन्नानै
अन्थाइ बिखा खुंगुरिनि आथिं सिङाव,
मोनजारोङैनि गाबनायखौ फोजावदों जोमैजों मोनजारोङैनि बिखाया खामग्लिदों दाहायाव।
रोजाबदो आंनि हे बिग्रायखांगिरि मोन्थाइनि
बेसेबा दाहार सिमना सिफायनायनि,
उदांस्रिखौ फसंनि मोन्थाइनि बिन्दोआव
गोजोन गायसननो अराय थांनानै थानायाव।
अराय मुगा खोमसि खोमसि
बेसेबा गाबनांनाय, बेसेबा हांमा सुरनाय
जोबनो रोङै दुखुथियानि मोदै गसरनाय
खोमसिखौ होखारनो बनजार दैखांदो।
गादबग्रा बे सोबखग्रानि हेंथायै
खुंगुरि बे सुसिगिरिनि बिखा खामफ्लंनो
रोजाब जारिमिननि मेथाइ मोन्थाइनि
रोजाब ब्लाव ब्लाव अर लानानै।

Heard on the
News today
A lady saying
Our forefathers
Were not citzens
She is right
They were subjects
Under tyranny
And that is why
We are citzens
Although now
Of a revile nation

© 2017   Jim Davis

Just because I think it would be a beautiful
idea if Trump & Bannon could be strapped
down in a Rocket aimed for the outer
reaches of the infinite starry galaxies
doesn't mean I wish them gone,

& just because I'd love to see Julian Assange
work the mines in the deepest bowels of
the high Ecuadorian mountains
doesn't mean I wish him ill,

& just because I'd be so satisfied by Mitch McConnell
pimped out on a Detroit street in mid-winter
while his man keeps an eye-out from a
warm & very smooth cadillac nearby
doesn't mean I wish him a tough evening,

& just because I'd be real chuffed to see Paul Ryan
in all his 'What Me Worry' shallow smile
earnest do-gooder front be flown to Calcutta
as shock-therapy & made to clean the wounds
of leprous beggars,
doesn't mean I'm sensing justice,

& just because I really am down with that oh so
sincerely evil David Duke being forced to perform
street cleaning duties in darkest Baltimore
doesn't men I'm feeling righteous,

& just because I'm very, very o.k. with the idea &
then the actual practice of some sort of natural
justice doesn't mean I'm being unrealistic,
a dreamer, or need to relax awhile.

These are my dreams folks.

You may all think Matthew is perhaps up all
night reading Das Capital for fun
& spending odd days in his chair
pondering class relations in
late 21st century Capitalism,

or just plain transfixed by newsreels,
earnest learned scholars,
smiling breezy interviewers,
fooled or entertained
by an opinion about
this, a diversion about
that,

& that Matthew sits hunched
over a computer screen
fuming at life's repugnancies,
odious & loathsome actors
in the Politics Game,
desperately berating liars,
despising sycophants, cursing
till the end of days the evil-doers,
ill-wishers, & apologists,

that Matthew in pure Bolshevik-
style takes no prisoners, accepts
no quarter, tidies up after the revolution
by filling shallow graves with the still
warm corpses of the enemies of the people,

well, actually you'd be on the right track
in some ways to be perfectly honest
but still ...

Matthew loves a good soccer game, caramel
ice cream, bananas, bacon sandwiches,
watching pelicans at the lake,
children playing,
old folks chilling ...

he's not really some kind of Iron Man of the
People all Medalled with the Order of
Proletariat First Class ...
fanatic, without humor, obsessed,
despairing & fuming & just plain
at his wits end,

he actually has faith & can take a step
back & curse the fool while enjoying
the wind upon his face,

Matthew loves the play but hates the
lead actors & in the Old English
tradition shouts out from the stalls
"Look out behind you!" as he takes
a lick from his sweet vanilla cornet.

Old folks weep with joy
as bright lanterns  
burn in windows,
marching bands play
all parading through
riotous city streets,
all gaiety, happiness
& laughter,

bold children alongside
in sweet & delirious
dancing shuffle,
all red, green & gold
ribbons & flags
of deliberate
& riotous color,

flowers will adorn,
roses in bright bunches,
yellow daffodils from
fields so bright,
carnations, lilies & marigolds,
incandescent magnolias,
star-bright & fragrant
blooms & blossoms
of gathered offerings
& joyous gift,

lone wolves will pack
& cry into the nighttime
vibrating wilderness,
great eagles will gather
above great tall trees
screaming aloud
their existence
this blessed
morn,

sons & daughters
will proclaim the day,
all finery, jeweled & golden,
arms dancing aloft
strong, handsome &
proudly adorned
this sweet
sweet eve.

Come the day,
Oh Come the day.

when you have the feeling
the world is going on without you
no matter what you think or say
     or write
it’s better that you take
backward a step  or two   or three
look at yourself and what you’re doing
and simply cool it

you may agree with it or not
the world keeps turning
life is going on

unless you seriously want a change
and start a revolution

I wanted to be like
Abbie Hoffman before,
until I built a prison
of my own.
Now I am trapped within
the usual circle
that I have grown
tired of,
even before I start,
even before everything ends.