Poetry
• A PACIFIST REFLECTION ON THE TERROR WARS
- Charles Kruger
• MAKE THE PIE HIGHER
- George W. Bush
• What’s Wrong -
Panos Douvos
• Qué ha pasado? What
has happened? - Susana C De Leon
•
MISSION TO THE EAST - John Haag
• Still
Free - Sherry Chovan
A PACIFIST REFLECTION
ON THE TERROR WARS
by Charles
Kruger
I am almost
ashamed
To speak of my
horror
At the rebirth of
patriotism
Out of the holocaust of
innocence.
It is patriotism that breeds the
terror.
That old drum beat in the
blood.
Horror begets horror and I am loath
To be present at this
birth.
Each death
matters.
And each death that follows will
matter.
I want to have the faith
To affirm my absolute
patriotism
Even when faced with the massacre
of the innocent.
But absolute pacifism
requires confidence
In the presence of a good
God, or else
There is no point in so called
“spiritual values”.
And if there
is a good God,
It seems She is absent, if
such terror can be unleashed.
But then, the
world has never had a shortage of
horrors.
To live fully, one must stand
for something.
And to stand for something one
must be resolute.
Many will speak of the
necessary costs of waging a just war.
At the
risk of shame and misunderstanding
I could do
worse, I think, than to stand firm
In my
willingness to speak
Of the necessary costs
of waging
peace.
************
MAKE
THE PIE HIGHER
by George W.
Bush
I think we all agree, the past is
over.
This is still a dangerous
world.
It's a world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.
Rarely is the
question asked, Is the children
learning?
Will the highways of the Internet
become more few?
How many hands have I
shaked?
They misunderestimate
me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of
opportunity.
I know that the human being and
the fish can coexist.
Families is where our
nation finds hope, where our wings take
dream.
Put food on your
family!
Knock down the
tollbooth!
Vulcanize
society!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie
higher!
*************
What’s
Wrong
By Panos
Douvos
What have we done
wrong
we only protect our national (oil)
interests
bribe an Arab goon king or
two
what’s wrong with
that
are they angry at our SUV’s
and heavy wallets
why are these dark Arab
peasants upset
if they have a
problem
we can squash them like
bugs
what’s wrong with
that
we steal their human
basics
back their
goon-leaders
but they’re our
goon-leaders
what’s wrong with
that
they have a beef we sound the
drums
send in the black and brown
boys
preserve our
oilocracy
loot their lands pollute the
world
they look at us
cross-eyed
we nuke their
ass
what’s wrong with
that
so it is
known
dad owns oil in
Saudi-Arabia
dad owns Devils-brand oil
wells
and come tomorrow will
own
the whole heil
world
what’s wrong with
that
************
Qué
ha pasado?
What has
happened?
by Susana C De
Leon
Por qué mi corazon esta
cansado?
Y porque mi cuerpo ya
pesado?
Mi inspirasion por la vida se ha
calmado
Por qué esta preucupasion
intensa?
Y porque esta desesperacion
inmensa?
Esta separasion de cuerpo y alma me
quita la calma
Mi cuerpo como un harbol
delata su existensia en sus ramificasiones y capas en el
tronco
Cansada estoy esperando que mi dia
venga pronto
Y mis pasos cuidadosos de no
caer por cualquier tonto
Porque mi corazon
cansado esta de querer tanto
Sigo por estas
calles caminando
Al mundo siempre
observando
Corazones
contemplando
Mi vida
amansando
Tu mente
experimentando
Y mi inteligencia
aumentando
Porque aunque este mundo no me
quiera
Por no ser como
cualquiera
Pronto mi alma explotara en el
universo
Pero antes traisionada en carne solo
por un beso
Solo por un
peso
Entonces mientras mi tiempo toma su
evolucion
Mi alma se prepara para esta
revolucion
Y traspasa la geometria de toda
tentasion
Porque el rey de este sistema
siempre busca mi participasion
En cualquier
situacion
Y influirme hasta con una
cansion
Pero no me aflijo porque el juego de
la vida es mi diversion
De la cual hablo en
cada conversasion
Asi es que t˙ que
caminas delante de mi, no me jusgues por mi
fragilida
Porque me buscaras al final de esta
calamidad
Porque consiente dijistes
estar
Pero ha este mundo todabia te gusta
contemplar
What has
happened?
Why is my heart now
tired?
And why is my body now
heavy?
My inspiration for life is now
calm
Why this intense
worrying?
And why this immense
desperation?
This separation of body and soul
takes my patience
My body like a tree notates
its existence in its ramifications and layers in the
trunk
Tired I am waiting for my day to come
soon
And my steps cautious not to fall for
any fool
Cause tired is my heart of loving
till itís full
I continue through this
streets walking
This world always
observing
Hearts
contemplating
My life
taming
Your mind
experimenting
And my intelligence
increasing
Cause even though this world
doesnít love me
For not being like any
other
Soon my soul will explode into the
universe
But before, betrayed in flesh with a
kiss
Only for a
buck
So meanwhile my time takes its
evolution
My soul prepares itself for this
revolution
And trespasses the geometry of all
temptation
Cause the king of this System
always looks for my participation
In any
situation
And tries to influence me even with
a song
But I donít worry cause the game
of life is my diversion
Of which I speak of
in any conversation
So there for you who
walks ahead of me, do not judge me for my
fragility
Cause you will look for me at the
end of this calamity
Conscious you said you
were
But still this world you like to
contemplate
*************
MISSION
TO THE EAST
By John
Haag
It’s strange to feel
tranquil, almost at peace
up here above it
all, snugly enclosed,
our complex eggs packed
close behind the nose,
while shrieking
bombers race us to the East.
The clouds break
up to show us bits of sea,
the navigator
checks our way to land,
the bomb release fits
firmly in my hand:
it all seems ordered, just
as it should be.
For us so long familiar with
the sky,
(not thinking now that when our
bomb-clouds rise,
they’ll fuse the
earth and tear apart the skies)
it’s
only natural that men should fly.
How calmly,
with a clean and shaven face,
I ride the
mission that may end the
race.
************
Still
Free
by Sherry
Chovan
sometimes the world just speaks
it says to me, "excuse me brown girl,
are you having fun, are you happy 'hon?"
And me I'll smile and say, "who me honey,
look at this place look at the smile on my face" I'm bathing in god's
grace
Even if sometimes my emotions seem
displaced
I know my place saving grace not
running around a maze in the rat race I know I don't need new shoes I already
got the finest kicks with no lace.
I don't
need make-up 'cause I'm not trying to save face.
I don't need to cover my scars I know the
patterns they make are truly the key to my heart.
I don't need to find my place in this
society 'cause I don't want to be a part of you,
you want to be a part of me.
My black, brown, red, yellow family.
I don't need to brush my teeth, I could just
go chew on a leaf and then have some hot tea.
But Big Brother got some of y’all out
there thinking your Free because you've got two TV's.
But I know how to cure disease with a tree.
And I know someone wants to ask, "black girl
who you think you be?"
And I'll smile and
say don't you recognize me?
I'm an ant, a
bear, a tree.
I'm Free and your lies can't
stop me.
Your planes can't drop me.
Your crimes can't shock me.
'Cause my hair is nappy, and my sprits
happy.
Even thought your prisons got me
locked inside, your schools try to wash away my ethnic pride, you've shown me
tools to dye my eyes, reshape my thighs, and shown me places to hide from the
sun’s eyes.
You can't stop me 'cause
I've got pride and a will to stay alive.
So
the ones you've slaughtered won't ever die.
'Cause I'm alive,
and I'll be back for the eagle, the buffalo,
as strong as the elephant and quick wit, and beat you' ass with the same whip
that forced my ancestors onto you ships.
'Cause even though we lower class we still
free,
Even though some of us got three
babies and no man, we still Free,
Even
though we eat your trash, we still Free,
Even though we ain't got no flag we still
Free,
Even if I'm looking sad you ain't got
me
Broke still free
Sad still Free
Scarred still Free
Hurt still Free
Mad still Free
Dead still
Free
Still Free!
Still Free!
Still Free!
Posted: Tue - October 1, 2002 at 05:55 PM