willow moon pearce

Children are born blind to hate and bigotry
With their big smiles and loving ways
They are taught ugliness
By unthinking adults and overheard conversation
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Choking smoke
Rolling thunder
The forgotten soldier
Still cries for his mother
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My phone is tapped
My mail examined.
My mere appearance
Can cause anger.
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The roar of flames
And crackle of wood
Together with the thud
Of books guaranteed
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Its 5am, its cold and muddy
I have not had dry feet in two weeks
Dreams of feather comfortors
And endless sleep
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At first I saw
A mass of crosses and lichen stained Angels
Lambs and tombstones
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The media have told me
I will die in the next six or seven years
I listen intently
As I will be taken by a tsunami or earthquake.
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Not to be gulped
But sipped as a fine wine
I find your complexity
Overwhelming, a wine to be savoured
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I remember well, the curse of Sarajevo
My friends cheering, the black line
'We will be home before Christmas'.
I joined because friends had joined.
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Are different thoughts really different?
In ways of dress
Black eyeliner
Long and black beribboned hair?
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It was a special time
It was a special place
Where we lived, loved and made bread.
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Conflicts continue to rock our world
Which I naively hoped would resolve themselves
Countries supplied by weapon salesmen
Which continue to bring starvation, disease
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I'm trying to work out in my mind
Why the night shelter demands
10 Dollars a night to rest out of the cold
And danger, when to beg for it is unlawful
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No food,
No hope
The old man
Is past caring.
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I wanted to become a soldier
An army of one
To please my father and excite
My juvenile ambition
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Wandering through my library the other day
I was astonished.
A new subject was Black Writers
I thought a writer was a writer
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A happy day
Light at 6 am
Already the warmth creeps in
Enriching my cup of coffee.
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I sit sharpening my machete
With a faint ring of steel on steel
The blade has been worn down
With a passion of sharpness.
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It has to be a place to visit once in your life.
Changes have happened,
Buildings rebuilt
But it is still magical greenwich village.
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When does it all begin?
The game cartridges for children
That enter their growing minds
Like a form of cancer
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