Thursday, July 07, 2005

London

more terror
and blood spilled
senselessly
again
this time
somewhere
like us
seemingly
more familiar

and as we
send frantic
emails
and
wait to hear
back from
friends, relatives
i wonder
which
fair
country is next

and i watch tv
angered by the
liars
and that lies
that they tell
don’t they
know that
this isn’t reporting
this is causing
chaos
and death
and madness

all the coulters
and o’reilly’s
spewing hatred
collecting
members of a
return hate
coalition
with their
“he did it first!” motto
like siblings
that, not even for
the life of this planet
could get along

london’s burning
and we all sit back
and shake our heads
unable to commit
to a cause
unable to commit
to africa
unable to
get off our asses
from our
comfort zone
and picket fences
figure out a way
to not fight
fire with fire

2 comments:

Nessie V said...

i really
really
really
and really
love your poem

i love you
for writing
everything in my heart

Mindola said...

and I love you ..... you and me are some times little echo's of each other. and it is so comforting. to be so familiar with some one. there are so few people like that for me.

xo!