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Dark n Beautiful Aug 2018
You must never **** the spiders,
While, they are woven their poems into the likeness of thunder?
Kidnapped the poets, instead of the poems
Therefore, I asked of you to stop all useless riots
On poetry, read them, embrace them, and
Learn from them: poetry is disciplined
And disciplined is the most misunderstanding word
In the dictionary: but somehow it is said that

riots is the language of the unheard:
we must never embrace racial riots,
or racial profiling: reach out to racial equity
stop allowing the messages of hate to go viral
plants row of trees, in the name of love,
I recently came across, ants yes, I said ants

When army ants need to cross a large gap, they simply build a bridge - with their own bodies. Linking together, the ants can move their living bridge from its original point, allowing them to cross gaps and create shortcuts across rainforests in Central and South America.

I recently saw human fighting each other, I recently read somewhere
Where children were locked away in cages
,
McALLEN, Texas (AP) — inside an old warehouse in South Texas, hundreds of immigrant children wait in a series of cages created by metal fencing. One cage had 20 children inside. Scattered about are bottles of water, bags of chips and large foil sheets intended to serve as blankets.

We must never **** the spiders,
While, there are woven their poems into the likeness of thunder..
Kurt Philip Behm Jun 2023
The invasion upon us
attacked by a neighbor
no village is safe
their scourge overruns

The enemy dressed
as civilian turistas
our border wide open
and freely they come

No shots have been fired
or prisoners taken
the keys to our arsenal
willingly loaned

Our schools now infested
with quotas bespoken  
surrounded and cornered
—the fault but our own

(McAllen Texas: September, 2022)
Maritza Torres Mar 2017
Winter
gentle
shifts the
playful
scent of
violas over the
bitter
of burning
mesquite

I stand
on the ridge
of a canal
as the wavering wind
colors me blue
like the heavy azure
before a storm
ready
to lay waste
on me

— The End —