We are not anymore
Separated by boundaries,
By faction, nation, or race;
By religion or faith.
Because although we are
living in one land,
praying on the same God,
dressed with the same-colored skin,
riding in the rides of our race;
we seem to not know each other.
For although we have the same goals,
and we have the same selfish ways,
We brand ourselves with names
that segregates and divides us, and
pulled us away further from each other.
So far away that although so near,
we don’t anymore see each other
as friends or brothers, but enemies,
a threat that has to be destroyed.
At war I am! I am in an active state of conflict and contention; against no one, against no nation, against destructive revolution; against extinction, against my self, against my own weakness; against greed and avarice, against the world’s definite annihilation.
- Home
- Against Myself
- Sweet Hollow-Block Puffed-Rice Poetry
- Death's a Part and Parcel of Desire
- a bonehead’s option…
- in the province of Ghouls
- there is but... nothing.
- The Comic Violence of Truth.
- Hate, the Motherless Child
- What am I?
- The Peace Pacifier
- Truth's Courage
- The Threat
- The Most Amazing Thing
The Threat
My solo acoustic version of
my son's song: "Sons of America."
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