Not Even With Love

people are not possessions...
you cant buy them with money,
with power, with idealology...
not even with love,
- especially not with love...
hell, we dont even own ourselves!

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In The Name Of Oil!

my tongue's on fire
with the blood of the
women and children

we've killed
...in the mad race

to conquer, and take
..with rape minded morality,

to liberate in the name of oil!

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Indifference

indifference
is a lazy man's
hatred...

it begins within,
and spreads out
to all that's around
him....

a cancer
inflicted by
the self on
the self....

for which the
world pays!

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Wolves Cry!

wolves cry...
...their howling moan
.....of lust and spirit,

haunting moonlit forests
...with the pulse
.......of primordial longing!

the hands of fire
.....before beginning.

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Child Of Their Tears

i stood in the darkness,
watching Jesus pray at gethsemene...
and turned to find the trees,
insects, the mountains, and the seas,
all weeping...
i am the child of their tears!

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We Are Defined

we are defined...
by feet tripping on the doorstep,
by the cup spilled,
by the broom calling from the corner...
by the dust on our bedroom windows,
and the book we didnt read!

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64 Jesus's

64 Jesus's died in the bombing...
some were small children,
others were women!
and capitalist bibles fell from the sky,
spreading salvation and hellfire
in the name of profit!

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A Great Way To Start!

for my many imperfections
in thought, word, and deed...
i ask your forgiveness.

anyone that has harmed me in
any way, on purpose or by chance,
i forgive.

a great way to start!

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Mark Of Cain

the mark of Cain
on your forehead...
you killed Abel,
his blood crying out
from the earth,
from every shore,
from every land...
your own brother,
and nothing silences the cry!

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Sooner Or Later!

you cant go on
feeding the poor
on a steady diet of

Jesus, pills, and
patriotic pride...
sooner or later,

hunger will demand,
the meat on your plate,
the meat they put there!

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