FREEWAY

Men live such lies.
They march and rave,
Warring backward, spewing hate.
(It’d have been easier to witness
But for the slaughter of humankind.)

Do we not stand for anything?
Have we such hate?
A rage of spangle-toothed graves;
(Our humanity’s winnings
In pain’s pragmatic deliverance.)

Isn’t it time for us to be heard.
Have we not the will to be free;
For now we are slaves to apathy.
(March forward with lips wet of hope
And legs heartened by liberty.)

Copyright © 2006 mrp

Inspired by PT Cruiser

PEACE DE RESISTANCE

"Pèace" de Résistance

Must there be a kindness
That infiltrates the human spirit?
Must one first experience war
To fathom opposing it?
When is a bomb most torturous;
As it descends?
Upon explosion?
Or much later;
Within the moment
Of seething clarity
At a father's burying
Of his children?


Hat tip to PT CRUISER for the pic inspiration...