“I just wrote this after someone tried to tell me that oil (and the spill and how we can stop drilling to avoid further combat) has nothing to do with war and this person said “No its all religion” (and tried to tell me about religion) and really at this point there are 300 reasons why we are at war and none of it is of any worth so here it goes: I just named it . . .”
Rainbows
its all of the above
war, i mean
hand to hand combat zones
DMZ’s and bibles
held
as bloody knife blades
to
our
throats
its all the above
you know what i mean?
war
has
no
place
in
my
world
all actions
speeches
donations
and newspapers that
lie
when a mother dies
a child cries
the bombing still continues to defy
THIS
and the ultimate creator
just sighs
holding in their palms
a grueling mass
once benign
now cancerous
melded
molded
muddied
hardened
hated
gruesome
parts
of bodies
lie amid smoke signals
from lives past
history books
never spoke the truth
and we are here
to do just that
with our mouths
fingers
hands
toes
teeth
lungs
hearts
our hearts
my God my heart it bleeds
like the oil that spills from veins
the same color blood
as my own
nation to nation
culture to culture
religion to religion
it doesn’t matter
we are all
ONE
our hands are tied
by snickers bars and nestle
starbucks and best buy
for power and greed
is not what i bleed
my blood
my blood spills in rainbows
from atriums and ventricles
into the water we drink
the air we breathe
the soldiers we lose
the children who suffer
the mothers who pray
for some kind of
light
my blood,
my blood it spills like rainbows.
© Susan Marie 2010
Art work by Craig Tracy www.craigtracy.com
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