Millions of babies watching the skies
Bellies swollen, with big round eyes
On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts
Noplace to **** but sand channel ruts

Millions of fathers in rain
Millions of mothers in pain
Millions of brothers in woe
Millions of sisters nowhere to go

One Million aunts are dying for bread
One Million uncles lamenting the dead
Grandfather millions homeless and sad
Grandmother millions silently mad

Millions of daughters walk in the mud
Millions of children wash in the flood
A Million girls ***** & groan
Millions of families hopeless alone

Millions of souls nineteenseventyone
homeless on Jessore road under grey sun
A million are dead, the million who can
Walk toward Calcutta from East Pakistan

Taxi September along Jessore Road
Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load
past watery fields thru rain flood ruts
Dung cakes on treetrunks, plastic-roof huts

Wet processions   Families walk
Stunted boys    big heads don't talk
Look bony skulls   & silent round eyes
Starving black angels in human disguise

Mother squats weeping & points to her sons
Standing thin legged    like elderly nuns
small bodied    hands to their mouths in prayer
Five months small food    since they settled there

on one floor mat   with small empty ***
Father lifts up his hands at their lot
Tears come to their mother's eye
Pain makes mother Maya cry

Two children together    in palmroof shade
Stare at me   no word is said
Rice ration, lentils   one time a week
Milk powder for warweary infants meek

No vegetable money or work for the man
Rice lasts four days    eat while they can
Then children starve    three days in a row
and ***** their next food   unless they eat slow.

On Jessore road    Mother wept at my knees
Bengali tongue    cried mister Please
Identity card    torn up on the floor
Husband still waits    at the camp office door

Baby at play I was washing the flood
Now they won't give us any more food
The pieces are here in my celluloid purse
Innocent baby play    our death curse

Two policemen surrounded     by thousands of boys
Crowded waiting    their daily bread joys
Carry big whistles    & long bamboo sticks
to whack them in line    They play hungry tricks

Breaking the line   and jumping in front
Into the circle    sneaks one skinny runt
Two brothers dance forward    on the mud stage
Teh gaurds blow their whistles    & chase them in rage

Why are these infants    massed in this place
Laughing in play    & pushing for space
Why do they wait here so cheerful   & dread
Why this is the House where they give children bread

The man in the bread door   Cries & comes out
Thousands of boys and girls    Take up his shout
Is it joy? is it prayer?    "No more bread today"
Thousands of Children  at once scream "Hooray!"

Run home to tents    where elders await
Messenger children   with bread from the state
No bread more today! & and no place to squat
Painful baby, sick **** he has got.

Malnutrition skulls thousands for months
Dysentery drains    bowels all at once
Nurse shows disease card    Enterostrep
Suspension is wanting    or else chlorostrep

Refugee camps    in hospital shacks
Newborn lay naked    on mother's thin laps
Monkeysized week old    Rheumatic babe eye
Gastoenteritis Blood Poison    thousands must die

September Jessore    Road rickshaw
50,000 souls   in one camp I saw
Rows of bamboo    huts in the flood
Open drains, & wet families waiting for food

Border trucks flooded, food cant get past,
American Angel machine   please come fast!
Where is Ambassador Bunker today?
Are his Helios machinegunning children at play?

Where are the helicopters of U.S. AID?
Smuggling dope in Bangkok's green shade.
Where is America's Air Force of Light?
Bombing North Laos all day and all night?

Where are the President's Armies of Gold?
Billionaire Navies    merciful Bold?
Bringing us medicine    food and relief?
Napalming North Viet Nam    and causing more grief?

Where are our tears?  Who weeps for the pain?
Where can these families go in the rain?
Jessore Road's children close their big eyes
Where will we sleep when Our Father dies?

Whom shall we pray to for rice and for care?
Who can bring bread to this **** flood foul'd lair?
Millions of children alone in the rain!
Millions of children weeping in pain!

Ring O ye tongues of the world for their woe
Ring out ye voices for Love we don't know
Ring out ye bells of electrical pain
Ring in the conscious of America brain

How many children are we who are lost
Whose are these daughters we see turn to ghost?
What are our souls that we have lost care?
Ring out ye musics and weep if you dare--

Cries in the mud by the thatch'd house sand drain
Sleeps in huge pipes in the wet ****-field rain
waits by the pump well, Woe to the world!
whose children still starve    in their mother's arms curled.

Is this what I did to myself in the past?
What shall I do Sunil Poet I asked?
Move on and leave them without any coins?
What should I care for the love of my *****?

What should we care for our cities and cars?
What shall we buy with our Food Stamps on Mars?
How many millions sit down in New York
& sup this night's table on bone & roast pork?

How many millions of beer cans are tossed
in Oceans of Mother? How much does She cost?
Cigar gasolines and   asphalt car dreams
Stinking the world and dimming star beams--

Finish the war in your breast    with a sigh
Come tast the tears    in your own Human eye
Pity us millions of phantoms you see
Starved in Samsara   on planet TV

How many millions of children die more
before our Good Mothers perceive the Great Lord?
How many good fathers pay tax to rebuild
Armed forces that boast    the children they've killed?

How many souls walk through Maya in pain
How many babes    in illusory pain?
How many families   hollow eyed  lost?
How many grandmothers    turning to ghost?

How many loves who never get bread?
How many Aunts with holes in their head?
How many sisters skulls on the ground?
How many grandfathers   make no more sound?

How many fathers in woe
How many sons   nowhere to go?
How many daughters    nothing to eat?
How many uncles   with swollen sick feet?

Millions of babies in pain
Millions of mothers in rain
Millions of brothers in woe
Millions of children    nowhere to go

                                        New York, November 14-16, 1971

Elders from ancient times
Gifted with hardy skin
And cleansing hands.
They tower above to scrape at wisps of floating rivers.
Their sentinel  gaze watches over horizons we have yet to behold.
Guardians,
From unseen omnipotent forces,
Shelters
For weak and humbled.

Pour us more Palm-wine!
Said the groom as he stood
Mama sodiq, you sell the best Palm-wine in this village
Palm-wine! Palm-wine!!
Poured into the cup of my consciousness,
As I move through today, I call on you to give me
Thy guide as I dive into the storm of weaving waters
Ever since that day, blessed by the gods
When I met my Ajoke, at the òdún ìgęsún night
Adorn greatly with sweaty shaking breeded waist
Of the Omidans of our village
Bimpe! Kunle's resting stool,
The little mouse àlonpé from the village of Alarape,
With the help of mope, yours is not the matter of kowope.
Your intellect surpasses that of wole the head of the palace gaurds
Moving from one palm tree to another
Just to get my message to ajoke
Bode ògbójú ode
A rare friend whose great guns of words
Fired down enemies standing as storms
I pray you find true love with Dupe
Iya olu, thy words are divine
The milk of experience through which my suckle lips
Drill out knowledge from thy breast helping me
To solve the puzzles of life
I pray you  live long to see thy grand child......

From the mobsters to the members
A hunter to a fur coat wearer;
A president and the people
Gaurds and peace seekers
Officers and rebels
Brown or yellow
White and black

What difference is there?
Are we not all in this together?
Breaking apart together?
Finding tiny joys to live for with one another?

Why is it so hard
to stop judging right from wrong?
To see the world in color
and be creative with out harm
harm to ourselves
and to those who are in this with us

no one is against us
only against themselves

still we choose to continue to defend ourselves
forgetting we are all people
experiencing the material body
fighting against illusions of image and standards
We are all here now

Still, why do we compare?
compete as if its fair?
what is fair?

We all want to be unique
and we are
but our 'uniqueness' must be worth more then "theirs"?

How does this make sense?
When its only taste is bare?

The separation and segregation
they say to compete is to grow
I say to support is to know
Support what is good
which is as broad as life.

Comparing seems to me
as an equal to shaming
is it not?
Or is it something only I have had to fought?

I began to feel like I'm barely enough. Let alone dealing with myself has been a little tough. I had noticed that the broken ones break down your walls after a repair. No worries, that made me realize my gaurds were weak. I refuse to lose sleep. I'm just trying to be happy. Even if it's "simply not meant to be"
I've ran long enough on thin ice. But only thing that cracked was my heart. Time to swim before I fall a part.

You my friend for you I fear your ship is sinking and land is nowhere near

Your ship is old and rather worn the air blows through, for your sails are torn

I hope you know where for repairs to seek for your chances of living are looking quite bleak

The water is deep up to your knee
The repairs cost a lot, a pretty hefty fee

But now I will explain to you, your crew you should know them they're all but new

This man is Eager he steers your boat
That's why for so long you were afloat
He steers in the way where his eyes seize And thats why for you sailing was a breeze

This man is Lie and this man is Hate
they both happen to guard the gate

In case you were wondering its the gate to your heart and they make sure to gaurd every last part

But also you know this is gate number two this gate gaurds Truth, he's locked up too

Every once in a while you let Truth out
But when you do he begins to shout
He shouts at your crew and all the evil they brew

This man is ******* he orders your crew
That's why there's nothing for you to do

This man is Self-Love he loves you most
That's why your crew does little but boast

You are in despair no hope for tomorrow
That's why your best friend is Sorrow

This man is Lust and this man is Fake
They both choose for what leaves to rake

They rake leaves or anger sadness and sorrow that's why for joy you must pay or borrow


The ocean is open few clouds in the sky
And yet to you I must wave good bye

A good bye forever for you have no hope
Your stuck going down, down the sadness *****

But look what's that, a man in the sky
With angles around praising Lord most high

Meet your Savior He's riding a cloud
Music praises Him with trumpets aloud

This man comes down whipes away your tears You've been away a great many years

He clears your ship gives you a new crew
He makes it so you're no longer blue

He knows what is right.
So He clothes you in white.
He shows He has strength to overthrow sin. You sit there and wonder "what is this might?"

This strength comes from God who rules over all. He'll make sure into sin you don't fall.

So now with
Christ by your side
You walk stride by stride

Have faith in all this and remember His love,
remember in Heavan His presence above.

But above all remember this
Your greeted with a kiss
And not just by those who passed before
but also by Christ and angels

I dread
The thought of a red shirt
Once white
This causes
Caution
And curiousity
Cure me or ****

I question
All this
A result
Of a swift kiss

From

A blade raised
WIth
Intent to rip
My hand gaurds
But not good enough
Rough cuts
Rust remnants
Proved to be as infectious
As
Addiction to infliction
Like
Picking sores
With ***** nails

Get well
Soon becomes a cliche
With no meaning
The reason
For bleeding
Is only to stain

Sustain the pain
Then it leaves
It's mark
Like a scar
Carved art
Like a tattoo
More like
A love wound
Worst than
Love lost
Hurts worse than
The sight of a hearse
More like
The feeling of hurt
What's worse?

Getting your heart broken
Mine was butchered
And sewn back
Poorly patched
With bent needles
Needless
To say
They were
Bathed in a bottled
Labeled with
Cross-bones

Posion
I need less to say
And I say,
"I hate you!"
I'll condense to
"Hate"
Because thats all I have
For you

We've lost weight,
and our faces are pale
to hide our aim,
we protect the ace,
with the strength of our mase,
they said we shouldn't talk

Just some minutes to eight,
Pure water and cigarattes,
Not so much at stake,
like a dozen empty crates,
waiting for a bait,
but they said we shouldn't talk

We stood next to the gate,
and five men approached us,
with conspiracy theories
that made our heads burst,
out flowing with disgust and distrust,
but they said we shouldn't talk

They said,
hope for Gods grace,
Like the coperate slaves,
big ties and long sleaves,
or banshee wailing upon hills,
this is pure craze!
we are gaurds of this gates
and you say we shouldn't talk?

Everyday that goes by, his heart gets a little weaker. we used to joke that he didnt have one, now he actually wont.
                                                           ­               

  his voice used to resonate through the house, rattling the walls and slamming the doors. we used to joke that we’d be better off if he’d run out of breath, now he actually does.

  some days i try not to breath so i can feel what he feels when hes gasping for air. fear clogs my throat and blocks my vision. im not sure if its fear for him or for myself when hes gone.

  ive been spoiled since birth, never having to put anyone before myself growing up, always getting my way. now i know what i want most of all out of everything in my life but the only response i hear is the yelling and stomping of my tantrum attacks, god looking at me and saying see you cant always get what you want.

  In times of crisis i always retreat into myself, finding shelter in my thoughts and words. This time though, theres no solace in my mind, only panic and hopelessness making me want to escape. The voices get loud and they shout what if, what if, what if. A 50/50 chance isnt a lot to hang on to and everywhere i grasp my hand comes up empty. Trust isnt my strong point and i cant trust a possibility.

  Im afraid one day ill get a letter titled “mesages from beyond” and each one will say “you couldve done better”.

  Im looking for something like hope but every corner i turn is silent and dark. The quite used to relax me but now it surrounds me, all i can hear is the echo of my voice.

  The fort i built around myself is crumbling at a fast pace, all my gaurds betrayed me leaving me when i needed them most. winning this war looks unnattainable by myself, how do you win when the enemy can only be defeated when the person you want to save is deafeated too?

   The only letter i want to get is one saying “you did the best you could”.

Sleeping faces
Sleeping thoughts
Therefore an escapee
Of what nature wrought.

Standby callers
Standby gaurds
Full length mirrors
That fall in shards.

Extra hairpins
Extra sticks
Girls that won't
Pet dogs with ticks.

Walls of iron
Walls of glass
Men that will never
Deal with class.

Pride in you and
Pride in me
Who shall succed?
We soon shall see.

Standing in the wind
wishing I could start agian,
but yet
I relize I can't.
I try to get up, or move, or walk,
but yet
I relize I can't.
Now they come to
terrorize me agian.
They grab me by the arm
and take me away once more.
But yet,
I dont undersand why.
They take me underground
to see their high master.
So they can decide my fate once more.
He took one look,
and smiled his evil smile,
and told the gaurds
to do the extreme to me.
I cry,scream, and try to tear my way out,
but only in my mind.
Because i relize
if I did it outloud,
I would surely die.
But yet,
something still came out
of my mouth once more.
Now the king
told them to do the extreme
plus more.
Now I've done it.
I've killed myself today.
I will not be able
to breath or live for another day.
They take me away
to where they will **** me today.
So now I wait
for my fate to come,
and start to pray.
They start to beat me,
and throw me agianst the rocks.
But I relize,
I do not feel any pain.
I feel strength growing
in my arms
and start to think
I can live another day.
But before they hit me agian,
a light shines.
It takes away
every drop of darkness
in the world.
A person comes down,
tells me to stand back,
and starts to fight
agianst them.
They flee in fright,
because of what is in their sight.
I really dont know why they ran,
but yet
I relize I didn't see the face of the man.
He turned around
and I instantly relized
this wasn't any ordinary man.
This was the lord, my savior,
the ruler of the light.
I could not beleive my sight.
He takes my hand,
and asks me to walk with him.
Then he takes me
out of here
to never go back agian.
He lifts me free,
and I am forever faithfull to him.
He takes me to his kingdom
where I am forever free.
To walk
and talk
and live worry free.
I can finally be in a greatfull peace.
I reize now,
I can finally start agian once more.

I looked down through the railings
Still slick with black storm rain
Windows blown open
And showers are pouring down
Watching the drops

I can hear the gears humming behind the walls
Cold against your skin
Workers climb here and there like spiders
Reaching into the greasy pipes
Turning bolts and creaking cans of oil

In the marble lobby of an old museum
With a golden chandelier
And lamps with hot lightbulbs
An old security gaurds shoes
Tap down the stairs
Asleep by the door in a pile of blankets
"Hey kid, move along"

Swimming in grey
Drowning in red
Nothing seems real
Just a haze,
A smear of color's
mear pictures passing by

Surrounded,
By nothing more then empty vessels
Nothing more then hollow souls
One after another
Dead eyes & pale skin  

Gaurds watch,
Eagle eyes scanning
Restraints & syringes at hand
Ready to pounce as we stand    
                                      
All in line
A shuffle to the next fix
The glazed eyes
The cool calmness                              
The deafening silence

Water cups passed around
2 pills in hand
Cold and dead to it all
Its all routine
Swallow, drink, repeat

Another day
Another dream          
Another thought                  
Lost, wasted, silenced

You were playing with your hair
Then that perfectly woven bunch came undone
You saw me see you struggle to fix it
I smiled - You smiled back
Then I started laughing - awkwardly
I laughed so hard a bubble of **** escaped.
Then you joined me in laughter
We laughed so hard
To the point where all gaurds were down
Then our eyes interlocked
And almost immediately we looked away
As if it never happened
We both knew
Our hearts belonged to another
But in that stolen moment
We lost our hearts.

There once was a king who stayed in a castle

He loved story tellers and listened to them often but mostly at night. sometimes before bed they kept him awake. the story tellers always kept him wondering what happened next so he never stopped listening.

If a story didnt have a happy ending he would have the story teller banished to the dungeon never to be seen again, true or not its time to believe them. he didnt allow them to tell stories of faiding species, the hardships of surviving.. Here.. and how we are all doomed eventually. He only liked stories about books written by ancient deciples, Wounds being healed, lovers meeting from past lives and infinite impossibilities. Those stories with the least evidence most easy to believe.

Some days the king corrected his story tellers “no no no its like this. I’m the king and i know how it goes” he said, “anyway you like your highness” spoke the story teller. The king realized the story made no since so he sent the story teller to the dungeon and asked for a new teller. The dungeon door opened to reveal all the lost story tellers had become ghost on there way to take the king to the dungeon. He tried to ask his gaurds to protect him but they disappeared along with all of the tellers he had in his castle, and he was doomed to spend the rest of his days in the dungeon incased in a dark void of silence

There's a reason why
Its called the concrete jungle
When the crossing gaurds whistle
And the trains rumble

But nothing brings out
The similarities more
Then sitting in a tunnel
And hearing a car's roar

Or sitting in a tunnel
And hearing the howl
Of six police motorcycles
In a motorcade prowl

bustling and hustling
foot cramps and comforting
the rest of them, they've got things to say
they're in pain
I'm straining my brick wall back
bending over backwards and picking up slack
ears and empathy being filled up
problems of people I don't ******* know
in and out, after digested through bile
I'm quiet and smile, I've got nothing to show
but it's dark here in the real
can't trust the new
fresh and crispy and glaring teeth
what's on their mind is on mine too
machine minds puncturing plastic grips and tags
add ribs or structure for fake ******* velvet
all these false prophets and gossips, I need a helmet
rip off the gutter gaurds, it doesn't do ****
we're swimming in the gutter already
feeling that spinal shudder, loving your sin
and I kind of want in
but who has the time for opening
my feelings aren't really functioning
but I feel you
I wanna grab hold of my boldness
I feel like reading me is like hieroglyphics
crytpic and frustrating as **** unless you ******* get it
but that takes time
and a comfort that doesn't exist as mine
I need to reclaim the wonders of my grime
I've got a soreness all over me like a walking bruise
putting out doesn't get misused
unless you're putting in
the ******* work
and sure
you could read it differently
but where this is even going is a mystery too
nothing really here for you to sink your teeth into
I want a life filter like a bruise
dreamy blues and purple hues
feeling like **** fits the vibes
everyone around me seems to have a tribe
and I'm wandering and lost, which is okay, I know it
those in the shadows don't need to be told to find the light
because light exists on at least one side even still
it's about a balance and a will
this **** isn't real

Some say we don't sleep others frawn
Many claim it is short my bottle rebufe
I can't count life days are not figured
I can't stretch blessing pleasure resists.

Poverty is a sin Covid 19 is a crime
No coughing no sneezing all at war
The world is faceless
The white gaurds at the frontiers

How many of your neighbors ache?
Were your grave enough for the pain?
Were your tears able to stream the agony?
The world is faceless.

Some became tycoons others cry
The Giants are standing to fall
There was no world no power
WHO sneeze America shiver
The world is faceless.

you think you know
how loud this voice goes
how low
you haven't the slightest clue
the damage I could do
when you hurt what this heart gaurds

But it didn't feel like enough. The yogurt was dry and the gaurds would bash his head with a mallet. He carved "deceit" into the walls and gargled with soap.
Push ups for days, and sit ups until he was a man.
13 deaths isn't anything as long as you're free.
The bars would not budge, and steel doesn't rust