While cleaning out my email, I received a request to enter a global poetry contest through the "World Poetry Movement". Sometimes you just go with it and let the words flow and get out of the way. That is movement. Since this is a "World" emphasized "Contest", I placed special emphasis on the world. The real movement comes from within your heart and getting honest about what we want to change. These words do not apply to a specific nation and yet they apply to all of us when we do nothing when we can do something. Empower your voice against the apathy of the world in whatever medium you choose to use. I remembered the movie "Gaza Shield", a short movie about how a video game was used to send a response to an Israeli on-line video game that promoted the killing of Palestinians. Well, in that same spirit, we have to know when to call out our leadership in whatever nation we may reside in...because we all know, it's not OK.
Oh, and a note about the "Contest". The goal for me isn't about winning anything...it's about the message and I hope that you pass it on.
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Crushing bones of war kissed with words of peace
Sounds of bombs exploding in the air
as the aid packages turn the food into blood
River run dry as the oil flows
another swollen dark belly
with skeletal frames crawl in the dirt
Throwing money at problems
leaving ill fated leadership to cut up the pie
sinking another immunization into a frail arm
with tongues swollen for thirst
and eyes that have only been blackened
by a heartless earth, laying barren and dry
soaking up the lifeblood of a native soul
no concern for the words,
no concern for the wishes
only want something on the dishes
No threads to pull together
No crops to sow
Just another body to bury with their plastic smiles
as long as its not their child but mine
The shadows of aid in a wasteland
with flowers in one hand and bullets in another
Is my skin not the right color?
Are my words understandable?
Would you have me hate my mother for giving me life?
Would you have my kill my brother just for a slice?
For a tank of gas...I cannot breathe.
For a diamond bracelet...the blood flows.
For your life, you demand my life.
For your peace, you give me war.
Behind the smile is a wall of words.
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