From the collection: Moments of Inadequacy; Love
Source: Why You Cannot Understand Love
Where the boys sleep in rough weather
This is
Simply
An invitation
To generosity
Of spirit
And grace
This is
Simply
An invitation
To hear
With
your hearts
This is
Simply
An invitation
To see
We have more
Than hate
This is
Simply
An invitation
To the strong
To hold
The quiet and weak
This is
Simply
An invitation
To feel
Togetherness
Not difference
RAC
Dying
Divide
We are divided
Now
we need
to change
this.
Death March
Looking through
The barbed wire
He watched
The Russians
The survivors
Marched in
From the
Death march
That first time
They threw bread
Or the little food
They had
Over the barbed wire
They watched
Men fight
In the snow
And dirt brown
Slush
For the mush
They never
Threw food
Over the wire again.
RAC
The slaying of an activist
The slaying of an activist
No accusations
Of responsibility
No recriminations
No blame
Or shame
Not yet
Reality
We are all
Complicit
We’ve all
Listened
To the messages
Of hate
Dressed up
As political
Arguments
We’ve listened
But not objected
To the racist
Commentary
Dressed up
And called
Immigration
Or the hatred
Towards the poor
And those
Hanging on
To the bottom rung
That hatred
Ever present
Sometimes
Not even said
This move
To extremes
With people
Who should know
Much better
Stoking
The fire
Of emotions
That vilify
And make
it easier
far far easier
to pick up a gun
or a blade
and kill.
But I wonder
Did it make
A difference
That she was
A woman
And small.
But she is dead
And her children
Motherless.
And we must all
Ask ourselves
What will we do
Different.
What will we do
So that we remember
Our complicity.
RAC
Are We Happy Yet? by Harry Gallagher
So there is blood upon the street. Hatred’s vein has slit a servant, vented its bile onto black tarmac. As the gimlet eyed ring master, taking lessons from the fuhrer, unveils his identikit Nazi ca…
Murder of a stranger
The murder of a stranger
Out early this morning
Unable to listen to much more of the news
On the radio
Played Bach Sonatas instead
This place is not worse
Following you’re going or the way you left
It may be better
I have my doubts about it
Time will tell is the saying
But it’s the hate just below the surface
That bothers me most
The lack of compassion
I think of those two small children
And the man you loved abandoned and lost
I wish them kindness
For the present the future as well.
RAC
Compassion
For all people who work with compassion to make the burden easier and gives so much of themselves!
Walking
Walking
At a time
When the news
Is too dark
A feeling
Of despair
Of loss
I need
To get out
Walk the hills
In clean air
Let thoughts roll
Mind still
Feel my legs
My body
At ease
Let each wave
Of sadness
Run clear.
RAC
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