MAP
#92
II.
Featured Poetry Theme: www.world without war
1.
Good Enough Mother by Jon Wojkowski
All
good soldiers
Have
good mothers
Who
tuck them in at night
Sleep
tight sweet prince
Some
day soon
We'll
call upon you
To
roam the countryside
And
perform the ethnic cleansing
So
that the tribe may squat
Righteously,
on the promised land.
If
only human behaviour
And
the mystery of personality
Could
be explained
By
the infantile sexuality of perversions
How
has the fundamentalist organized
The
data of 69¢ tuna
Into
the anal retentive
Sublimation
of gratification
And
does the closing of hospitals;
Opening
of casinos
Balance
the books much better
In
the absence of
Good
enough mother
©
1998 Jon Wojkowski
2.
War? By Sam Hurst
Why
was war declared on the children?
"Kids
must mate before 8!"
Male
pedophiles scream
assiduously
using high tech to spread self hate.
Scout
Masters, teachers, coaches, preachers
some
of them the worst of God's creatures.
Why
was war declared on the children?
Grown
women sexually insane
mating
with junior high school boys.
Others
sell Kindergartners as toys
for
money to cover pain with cocaine
Why
was war declared on the children?
Some
adults smile kindly and nod with care
while
involved in the vilest of incest.
The
children thinking guilt is theirs to bear
Twist
their minds into an awful mess.
Why
was war declared on the children?
Latchkey
kids roam free until six or so.
Parents
are ambitious, always on the go.
Many
kids are drunk and screwed by four.
Sometimes
killing things ooze through the door.
Why
was war declared on the children?
Now
parents are afraid of the children
afraid
of the night
afraid
of the streets
afraid
of the young warriors' bite.
When
was war declared on the parents?
Parents
are being killed, many in their prime
by
children wearing smiles hatefully intended.
But,
should these children be jailed as criminals
or
interned as Prisoners of War when apprehended?
©
s.a.hurst
3.
Digging by Scott Wiggerman
We
have always lived close to the land.
Day
after day, and into the night,
digging
through dirt in earnest
with
sticks for implements or with fingers
caked
and calloused, gnarly as trees.
We
dig like our fathers have done;
we
dig like our mothers have done;
like
aunts and uncles and grandparents have done;
like
everyone anyone could remember has done.
To
dig has been our history.
We
live today too close to the land.
Day
after day, and into the night,
pawing
through earth in despair
with
limbs and tears and heavy hearts,
weathered
and bruised, rotting like trees.
We
dig for the bones of our fathers;
we
dig for the bones of our mothers;
for
brothers and sisters and long-lost neighbors;
for
history buried in makeshift graves.
To
dig has become our destiny.
©
Scott Wiggerman
4.
LET FREEDOM DAWN by Jan Houston Solari
Out
of oppression's heavy night
thick
as steel
forged
into living lies
from
the might of Truth's betrayals...
through
eons traveled
hails
a shining promise...
a
once blind hope
that
kindled the brave hearts
of
wounded warriors
killed
again
again,
again
defending
Right
At
long, long last arrived
into
this day
the
age old cry of Freedom
let
it dawn...
Rejoice!
for
this is the true new world
Mankind
in harmony
a
sea of life in vibrant unison...
behold
the
Golden Age
©
1998 Jan Houston