gOD

First bloom
Bomb
IED
Sacrament
Deity
Folded pain
Given thee
…A plea
…A grasp
…A hope
…A bomb
…An IED
…An unfurrowed pain
…An offering to thee
Bloom
Bomb
IED
Children
Ache
Forfeit
Thee
…Take this tree, gOD
…Take this flower
…Crush this stone
…This father
…This mother
…Arid land
…Emptiness
We are
In your image
Beautiful
Furious
Loving
Failing


Copyright © 2006 mrp

A woman is carried across rubble in the southern Lebanese town of Bint Jbail.

FALLING WORDS

O! I do not tread easily upon this broken road,
My solemn words do not come effortlessly afoot.
I’m struggling with my country, and her duty,
Allegiance with the gutless beast of her blood.
Children are being devoured by everlasting,
Red-blasting, aggressive, and unholy greed,
As if waiting for the black and bleeding hand
Of Allah to reach through the raven gloom and
Put sorrowful life's hands `round our throats
And slaughter us; His soft construction.

O! I do not tread lightly upon the corpse lined road
Of our destruction,
Words fall hard, bitter.



Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman

FREEDOM'S THROB

All the sovereignty in cultivated hatred
Slouches toward a saw-toothed ether
Within the throbbing entrails
Of wretched indifference



Nice article here: Tooning out Humanity