Breath of #life Never have I seen a man so sadly suffocate Despite his plea to those who madly subjugate A hold so strong he could no naught but choke Behold his wrong; he thought, he spoke He knew not if he saw the pale angel of death When the law, wreathed in white, constricted his breath Have we come to the point where no man may Garner “Respect those who exploit the murder of a martyr” “Where is your proof? Why this civil unrest?” Where is the truth in the drivel we’re fed? Protect and serve; but of whom do we speak? Reject their words; make room for the weak To write of what might occur in this frustration To right the might that spurs machinations To speak out against power in this asylum of silence To seek against, in this hour, the violence of tyrants Persevere in the shadow where they disguise their lies See the fear that they hallow, despite our cries And who are they? And who are you? We’re all the same, humans through and through So ask their names and quell their fear Let’s end this game; let’s all draw near To bring about peace from death and strife Let the chaos cease in this breath of #life

There Are No Children Left In an attemp to comprehend the atrocities in Gaza, I try to get into the head of right wing israelis, who have actually chanted "there are no children left in Gaza" "There are no children left" they sing to the beat of the bombs Gayly regailing death and so the killers sing their songs "They have threatened our existence and have assailed us at every turn So we have reddened their resistance and watched their children burn Civilians are casualties and so they are casually slain Millions dead is a masterpiece in the eyes of we who inflict pain But what of these hornets savagely stinging at our skin We do naught but protect ourselves and for good measure we kill their kin For what can be expected from a people so oppressed We are the victims of injustice, our lands wrongly dispossessed As you peer through your fingers, you ask of the girls and boys Why, what do you expect, this is war, where mines are the cheapest of toys Listen to what we tell you, we've known the worst We've made our homes hell-proof, while their children die from thirst So look no further, for what you see is not true, It's worse than you couls have imagined and we're ready to tell you Take a seat and watch as we put on a show We've lied to you many times, even you must know Can't you hear them cheering on, "There are no children left" Please pardon my ignorance, I didn't know you were deaf

The Crow "Dead is dead, both innocent and guilty We all bleed red, some clean, some filthy" So said the crow, cawing in the sky The dead lay in rows; in prayer as we cry "Our horror knows no end; the world is in shock" But let us not pretend to join the lamenting flock For we live a #life of luxury; so far away from death A consciousness is drudgery; endured wih every breath "How merciless are our lives with this burden of humanity; To challenge all these lies is absolutely maddening" "I am only a bird, come to find a meal I have no responsibility to know how to feel And yet I do not feign sorrow over this terror As you have done time and time again in error For it was I who was sent to Abel and Cain Brother against brother; alive and slain But I am just a crow, a lowly bird How far will this go? It is absurd To think that walls and wealth and lies Could mask the truth in children's cries You do not hear them inside your homes So perhaps you'll listen to their voice in my #poem Your kind is different; claiming humanity Too proud to admit destructive insanity "I stand with the oppressed" you say and yet I think not For the oppressed no longer stand; they lay here where they've fought But why believe me; what could a crow possibly know Iv'e come for my meal and soon I will go

Lies of March Three Years, How did they come to pass us? With tear-tipped missiles dropped on Damascus The hallowed call to prayer drowned in blood The hollow fall declaring faith as Scuds Rain down to end a drought of peace Pleas of the devout begin to cease Neither from exhaustion nor from pain But because now they rest with the slain And now the mosque lies beyond the Roman arch From his grave he whispers, “Beware the Ides of March” For on this day Brutus has emerged from his cave No soul in the lion’s heart left to save “The People, The People, The Feeble of Syria” He cries out as he stabs madness and deliria Soul and Pulse escape through their pores Bones and skulls litter the floors Death and Terror have made new acquaintance With those who have lost all of their patience Three years have passed with the souls of the parched #life leaves their lips, “Beware the Lies of March” The demons join in song at the rattle of death The screaming goes on as they battle for breath “They choke, they choke, they die from smoke” Spewing hatred as the devils begin to joke Bullets fly and caw like the crows Circling the dead as they lie in rows They breathe no more and yet the living are the same In rows they stand before God, remembering His name They pray for the strength so they may charge Saying to themselves, “We care not to die in March.” In the pit of the lion, they fight with their souls Herculean might will grant them a pelt of gold Reminiscent of the dove of peace with olive branch in beak In Rome it has perished, So what of the weak? The Crow has torn the jugular vein The Gull swoops low to pick at remains And what remains but pains and screams And hope torn apart by the shards of dreams And so Ceasar rises and looks across the sky “The Ides of March have claimed both you and I”

Wolf Come here sheperd boy Dont you know you're in a ploy I'm a wolf in sheep's wool So don't take me for a fool I'll do what I want So leave me to haunt So call up the town And ring the alarm loud; Throbbing pain and fear Soaked in a rain of tears; Hate inside my heart Fate tears you apart Call your people; call your friends They just think you pretend; So sheperd boy take hark I'll be waiting in the dark They'll never believe what you say; Even if its your last day Stay away from me Let my live my #life When will you see? They you give me strife I'll never listen to your lies They'll never hear your cries Boy who cried wolf they call I shall live and you shall fall