Pin a heart on us, the living;
We, the unmoving.
The deceased have more breath
Than our breathing.
Emblems of our emptiness
And weakness
Puncturing hunger’s sleeve with
Dreary brooch.
Cackling our minute’s final gasp
With warring,
Weak idols pinned to proud chests,
Unfilled, all.
Pin sweet thoughts upon the dull,
Not pennants
Of gluttony, empire, warfare
And oil.
Whilst our children die for those
Already dead
Let us begin anew with this; the worlds
Flagless living.
© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman
9:56 AM
Love that video. So much truth there...A real comedic tragedy.
3:23 PM
thanks for the video and as always - your poetry is amazing! hugs
12:58 AM
Billy The Sissy speaks some true
But he is a humanist through and through.
Relgionists are dressed up humanists.
Both are twins of Limbaugh cyst.
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Yes, I-raq War is big-time crime.
Both Dems and Repubs caused the decline
Of our very soul-less souls.
For Oil we gots to rock&roll.
Jeeziz Chriny will come back (and say) "What you fools doin in I-rack? You gots to get out that m......./er, mang.
1:09 AM
I just watched that video before clocking over here. your poem adds so much. wonderful.
9:15 AM
Concerned,
Thank you so much, my friend.
az,
You are a good person and I certainly am glad my work touches you so.
ronald,
Thank you.
graeme,
Good to see you, friend. I thought Maher was spot on about the lapel issue.
Peace.
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