Day 3… poem 3…. as I grow increasingly busy with work, children and life… this truly becomes more difficult… and I am only on day 3!!! Besides that.. I feel the more tired I am the more bizarre and off-kilter these poems are becoming. … anyway.. enjoy!
From the region of unrest.
The engines of madness.
Sympathy for the oppressed
Enemies of the opulent west
But my poor are just as poor as your hungry.
Skin.. bones.. Wrenching contractions
Thin.. Alone.. World attractions
Money fighting money
Penis envy at an epic level
End the chaos with kindness..
Drop bread like bombs from the billion dollar birds
Feed the stomach
Change the heart!