it is lonely on the moon.here in this white suit
someone took the ladder to my return module
now all i have is this oxygen tank
and this last line connecting me to home
i was steamship.i had class.they have stripped me of my dignity
i rest as shell.Salvage bid for me at auction
my only hope is your nostalgia for a slower world
so i can regain my dressing rooms.
Marshall Plan.Post WW2.Airlift supplies over Berlin Walls
Wish they did the same for indigenous species(cargo cults
Wish they will do the same for Native Americans(with no reservations
May we be worthy of our myths and legends
She knows the glow the follows free speech birdpatterns
So she rescues nestlings and eggs them on
to wobble forward into uncertain flight patterns
so she might again admire their gift of wings
Volunteers are clearing oil from our lives
Bicycles,pedestrians,solar cars try
To clear our streets for journalists
are now on the front lines.
The young of Iran on free speech and heroin
know us as prohibitions.They are fined by the fashion police
whenever Western decadence seeks to allow freedom
of assembly on their streets.Remembering Neda
Collective punishment terrorizes the innocent.Sieges must lift
Blockades illegal as the murder of 9 mean
9 other lives will be taken (eye for an eye
You are punished for what you believe).Karma
Sharia kills poets .Fatwa upon us.We who do not believe
end up with a knife in our chest or beheaded
just for cartooning dead Mohammed
Religion is a corpse(worshiping same
No body believes.Yet they still use these words!
Tea Parties with no tea.Coffee shops for keyboards
Oil wars.Water wars.In between-we civilians(poets,artists,musicians
salving and recycling what it means to be truly human.
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