The bombs
that went
down on
Cambodia
were a thought
that came
from
you
.
The coup
that took
down left
S. Allende
was a scheme
that came
from
you
.
Your pet
Pinochet
let fall,
out of
helicopters,
victims
in the
sea
.
You’ve
never
bowed
down
remorsefully
for even a
single
sin
.
This all
explains
why your
new home
should forever
be down in
Hell.
Rot
!
Howcanwemovesouth
tosafetywhenthesouth
isn’tanysaferthere?
Howcanweleave
homesincethey’d
alreadytakenhome
somanyyearsago?
Howcanwegoout
whenweareheld
inanoutdoorjail?
Canweevenmove
aninchifweareall
crowdedsoclose
together?Canwe
cryforhelpifnoone
everlistens?Can
wedrinkdirtywater?
Canwebehumanifthey
saywe’reanimals?Canwe
fightifonlytheyhaveguns?
Howisourdefenceoffence,
andtheiroffencedefence?
Ifyoucan’trespond,then
we’llrespondwithHamas.
The upper classes
are kept up by the middle classes,
who are scared of dropping to the lower classes.
The wealthy
should be lowered to the middle,
so that we can bring the poor up from their misery.
The super-rich
will never be brought down,
so the poor must rise up to take them down.
The establishment of a temporary workers’ state
can equalize us by keeping a tight leash
on the rich, stopping their rise;
then the capable
can produce all of the things
that everyone needs, down to the neediest.
Love
your
neigh-
bour,
as the rabbi on the cross said.
For if you don’t love, then you
will
burn
from
your
hate
in a
dark
hole.
When
your
neigh-
bour
has dark skin, though, you don’t
need to worry about the rules. Go
burn a
cross
on his
lawn &
pray
that
he’ll
move.
Remember
when the
set time,
only two
minutes
ticking,
kept us
from a
doom
that
can
not
be
un
do
ne
?
Well, we
are now
ninety
teeny
tick–
tocks
away
from
that
big,
bad
bo-
om
b
o
o
m
!
“Take
your
stinking
paws off me!”
or so
they say when
they’re
slashed and cut
with
our claws,…
but
who
notices
when their paws
are
on our land, cut
our
flesh, and always
stay
on our heads?
TV.
the
and
FB
on
them
on
ears
and
eyes
the
all
get
and
many
the
of
backs
the
on
sit
top
the
at
few
the
for
The wretched of the Earth are never seen,
Wealth trickles down to the poor, they say, like
how
the
sons
of
God
went
down
to
wed
our
girls.
But that descent led to the Flood, so many drops
of
rain
on
to
the
land
to
end
all
of
life.
Thus, those in power will not allow the trickle-down,
even though their Church insists the Word was flesh,
the
Son
of
God
come
down
to
us
to
save
us.
does.
gold
as
sky,
the
met
and
rose
who
Word,
and
The trickle-down’s a myth to trick us, like the Flood,
Sometimes,
a man’s words
are a lamp for your
feet, and a
light on your
path ahead.
Nobody
puts a lamp
under a bowl,
but on a
stand, to
light all.
But some
put lampshades
on their heads to be
the light
of the world, when
really they’re just fools
who don’t know the light
from the dark, and they
lead everyone astray,
instead of
edifying us.
Do not be
blinded by
their false
illumination.
Since rivers of bitterness separate ourselves from others,
bridges
must be
built to
link us together. Our words, then, can walk back and forth
above all that water, and not let our words get cold feet.
Bridges,
made of
empathy,
can then replace bitter thoughts with compassion and love.
Remaining here, not looking over there, past troubled water,
.
.
.
makes lonely and desolate banks of grass on either side.
While trolls may be hiding beneath bridges, our big, gruff friends,
ramming
them out
of the way,
can make walks from one side to the other less painful for us.
Infinite Ocean 
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