i go to sleep.Draw the blankets up
and sweat deep dreams.Refreshed,awakened,new
to an older world.Same with friends-when they go crazed
i leave hate behind and bequeath them to another
i am no Crusader,nor a Saladin.i do not seek a revolution.
sometimes,information is shared that changes everything-
torture,abuse,assassinations.If i feel my only contribution
is a line ,i will write them.If not,silence and meditations
Others pray to gods(but i have none).The best i know are friends
in whom i confide these defects and limitations.I trust them-
their wisdom and kindnesses sustain.They are my Parliament Of Peers
You number among them.I trust in your reception and activism
What will you do when things get too much
when context is out of touch
when this mad world kicks in doors
and evicts everyone?