Jim Creston Poems
- Chosen Ones It's time to pick a new people. I've seen yours,...
- Haiku: Priorities Priorities Not a virtuous sport, let us...
- American Spy A long long time ago I can still remember ...
- Easter It’s Easter Sunday. Jesus supposedly died for our ...
- Transit Transit Sitting outside this coffee shop while ...
- Apple Dew Apple Dew We rested the Sunday picnic ...
- Two Poems Accepted By The Inte...
Jim Creston is a contemporary poet residing in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Some of his recent works have been published in the online magazines CUIB-NEST-NIDO; In Your Face Radio and The Commonline Journal. Jim has released his first book of collected poems titled Don't Swallow The Toothpaste. more »
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It's time to pick a new people.
I've seen yours,
who fence their neighbor hens,
and pick feathers from the rooster.
Your atrocities grow each day
while not calling them soldiers,
and labeling them as terrorists.
At early ages we
throw plastic hammers,
and gouge eyes with the arms of Barbie.
The blood of your people is spilled
and my culture colors it more
red than of any brother.
Your sheets on camera a brighter white,
and ambulances louder
than the plucked rooster with cut
beak cut, which can not feed.
Pinned in the crib, ...