Archives for the month of: November, 2014

The leaves of the Japanese Maple

bless the earth

with tiny red hands.

I wrote this in 2009. Sadly it is has only worsened.

GAZA

It is what we call patriotism

And the Bishops call Just War.

Its what soldiers call courage

And mothers call death.

But the process is clear

When the parents are fools

The children must be punished

Anew and Again

No matter how winsome

Or tender in years

How gentle their fingers

How open their hearts

We will maim and break them.

Its been our wisdom forever.

Look past the shining armor

Under the tanks

You will find the tiny bodies

The wisps of spirit

The little frozen hearts.

From this fertile soil

will grow

the new armies

more blind bishops

fresh Terrorists

And great Lies.

GAZA

It is what we call patriotism

And the Bishops call Just War.

Its what soldiers call courage

And mothers call death.

But the process is clear

When the parents are fools

The children must be punished

Anew and Again

No matter how winsome

Or tender in years

How gentle their fingers

How open their hearts

We will maim and break them.

Its been our wisdom forever.

Look past the shining armor

Under the tanks

You will find the tiny bodies

The wisps of spirit

The little frozen hearts.

From this fertile soil

will grow

the new armies

more blind bishops

fresh Terrorists

And great Lies.