Tents

Camping
is supposed to be
for people who are on
vacation, not the homeless.

High rents
can toss you out
of buildings, and into
tents, but so can bombers.

There are
camps for the
summer, and there
are concentration camps.

You are
in the open air,
& yet still, you are
trapped, just like rats.

Rows of
tents replace
the homes of Gaza.
Zion’s a cruel landlord.

Frosty

There is
no magic
in a hat
to cause
a freezing man
to come
to life. Hats
cannot warm
a head sitting
on frozen
shoulders out
where he has no arms
for work, a chest with no
heart to feel any happiness,
no home for him to enter.
He has no legs to walk in
from the cold. White Christmas
makes his body black in a lack of
hope. His only warmth is melting
in the spring and dying outside.
We see but don’t feed him.

Gaza

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.

Terraces

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.

Trickle-down

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,