Statue of Forsaken Ideology


Boats no longer pass her-
Planes boast their might from above.
Hopes and fares no longer suffice-
instead some are sacrificed.
Offered to please the beast.
Ensnared by
Malicious laws that doom-
hopeful, fair lives.

Her beacon continuously beckons,
but even the lucky are not spared a glimpse.

The faithful and vigilant are
not where they ought to be.
Sitting on Capitol Hill are those
scared of life and difference-
lives dedicated to fear.
“Push! Onward men!”
They want their pawns to shout-
with an M16 in hand.

Too powerful are they-
who blind themselves to
grief-stricken, hollow eyes
that yearn to gaze upon her face.


Statue of Liberty Photograph


The Baths of Humanity


We bathe ourselves in water only
to bathe ourselves in blood.
Water removes the
grit and grime of everyday life-
What do we hope to cleanse
with blood?

Will streams of blood replenish and purify
the earth and ourselves as a spring rain?
Will lakes of steaming life,
reconcile past harms and future wrongdoings?
Do we bomb and invade-
justifying offenses by stealing life?

I do not know.
I follow and do.

A Hateful Ode


You are a magnificent beast-
A true terror-
A commanding, demanding force

You are a natural tendency-
A destructive instinct-
A permeating, disintegrating feeling

You cross boundaries-
They have no effect on you
You do not stop at these-
You infest them

You are a disease-
Our undying love is taken-
A monster formed
Some power respected yet rejected

Why do we honor you?
Immortalizing you with
We construct monuments of bones

Rape, where do you stop?
Bombs, where do you drop?
Swords, where do you slice?
Planes, where do you fly?
Armies, where do you march?
Words, where do you lie?

Hate, Hate-
How much love will it take?