what nation of peace?

[justcloudy]

here it is
composing and imposing
the future of our minds,
with the liberty
of mutual being
and the statue
made of green
with the sighing
and dying and crying
and lying we have been raised
with napster and laughter and plastered
politicians.
this place was built on the backs of the innocent
lying wrapped in colorless blankets
reaching and teaching and hoping and hating.

love.

it’s all we’ve got
and not this fabricated Hollywood love.
the kind that you only feel
at night. with the heavy breathing all around
loudly lumbering through sleep they keep
the day away

forget to forgive
forgive to forget
we dance.
we remember.
we go away
to the spaces and places
that we love
that are loved
like the love that you sing
from the fields of fabric.


three fifths, that’s all you are to us.
blood screams from the ground
seeping upwards into the soul
creeping and weeping
reaping your sorrows
like sparrows on the windowtops
of this concrete jungle.
it is high up.
hearts are bruised and calloused
since before birth
there is no escaping the raping
of our only earth
who gave birth to our brothers
and mothers who seem not to care.

throbbing crying hurting beating
all around the world are tears
of those that are not here
wanting hoping wishing praying
for relief
help from the top
from the others above.
but when we come
the hate begins
despicable deplorable
but wonderful, no?
liberation and creation
of the station of the people!

they did not want it.
we cannot see
they are not who we
pretend to be--
happy and laughing
we only lie--
they are the real beings
the keepers of the truth.
they are different from us.
we do not accept.
we force our beliefs.
upon the disastrous catastrophe
that is our well-intentioned stupidity.
(is it of good will?)

we are living
all along the watchtower
we are riding on the wave of fear
looking waiting scared and watching
for the time
impending and non bending
it will come.
but when
is not for our knowing
so we are blowing
the wish-blow flower
of our life away
one by one the seeds that make up our soul
leave us forever.

take stock in the stock that will rise that will fall
to the undulating steady rhythm
of the heart’s rapping beat
below the center of the city
lies the monster in us all
rising slowly to take up arms against
a planet of troubles and rubble
we didn’t think to oppose; to end.
apathetic and pathetic we grow
rallying around the causes we believe
are worth the fight of our life
till our red bodies come home
and the nation weeps with our fathers
for our fled soul.

we only wanted peace.


[author's note: written in 2008. the line indentations aren't showing up once I post. oh well.]