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The heart of a mother,
Beats with raging fire A strong sense of devotion, Willingness and desire Her mind is full of questions Her longingness to find The meaning of her life In all of humankind Searching through the valleys Of heartache, love and lust When today leads to tomorrow And the world seems so unjust. Her beating heart won’t stop Or ever take a break Until her dying breath At last she finally takes.
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“Do I hear ten, twenty, thirty,
Give me forty maybe more! My politics for sale, Give me fifty I implore! I’ll sell my legislation, For two hundred thousand bucks. And for just another hundred, You get Politics Deluxe!” He has no soul to sell, For it has already been bought. LaPierre gave him a million, He’s now his new mascot. Telling people they aren’t safe, In homes or while at work. Just buy a gun to save you, From a world that’s gone berserk. “THEY’RE COMING FOR YOUR THINGS! THEY MIGHT EVEN TAKE YOUR CHILD! THIS WORLD HAS GONE QUITE MAD!” He yells His eyes grow big and wild. But the only thing we see, That’s completely gone insane, Are the leaders in our government, And good ol’ Mr. Wayne. Our guns won’t help us now, To keep us all protected, From the big money and politics, Of those who we’ve elected. Government’s no longer,
What it used to be. Intelligence and logic, Are now a scarcity. Politics for profit. Big business runs the land. A powerful partnership, Now go hand in hand. Missing is democracy, A land ruled by its people. Where everyone’s considered, Not only free but equal. Corporate corruption, And their powerful agenda, Polluting sacred soil, With misleading propaganda. Politicians getting money, That is financed by the PACs. There’s no interest for the truth, Or scientific facts. Fear and fake news guide, Our lost democracy. The righteous and the pious, Of this grand hypocrisy.
666
Is the “Mark of the Beast” The Devil’s Highway Where black vultures feast Soaring the skies As they devour death Hidden long tunnels Cartels smuggle meth A road so desolate, Abandoned, foresaken To others it’s become An asphalt beacon Of hope and of freedom To a world full of dreams But to reach it they must Cross mountains and streams Leaving behind Their family and children They strive to survive As an illegal pilgrim Across charred deserts Without any water The sun pelts down Getting hotter and hotter This torturous trail Leaves little behind The Devil’s Highway Marring mankind Refugees of climate and war Scared, tired, hungry and poor. Traveling by foot across miles of land Hoping to find a kind, helping hand. Lost family and loved ones cry tears of sorrow In hopes that they’ll find a better tomorrow. Heartache fills their bodies and souls Starving bellies and empty bowls Callused feet and worn old clothes Living a life that they never chose They’ve seen things, no one should see Struggling to survive as a refugee. As I read the news this morning 4/15/17 I saw a story about more than 2,000 migrants being rescued in the Mediterranean Sea, one teenager had died. I sat down and wrote “Turned Away”. Turned away men, women and children
Frightened of religion blinded by our fear, then We hide in our homes, so we don’t have to see Trapped on the boats we hear their scared plea They are running from pain of horrific oppression Hoping for a life with a positive impression Irrational fear makes us keep them away From our borders, and shores in hopes that they’ll stay In their own lands where they’ll be killed or beaten For believing what they want to believe in. Our country is one from mass global migration A truly beautiful, once standing strong nation But we’ve weakened our soul with fear and aversion While we hold back our hands as things only worsen. Our strength turned to weakness as we cower in the corner Scared of what happens if we let in a foreigner. We turn our backs on the helpless and homeless As we pocket our wealth, such a horrible hostess. The pride of our country is culturally lost When we bury our customs no matter the cost Reason and logic are tossed out the door Like the welcome mat that was once on our floor. No longer are our arms open and wide They ring our doorbell while we run and hide. The word “immigration” tears many apart When it should be so easy to see with our heart. Love one another, no matter your religion United we stand is our one and true mission. As our political leaders listen to conspiracy theorists, actors, and church leaders; and the media gives their voices with the same amount of weight as scientists & educators with regards to factual information about climate change, health issues, reproductive rights, etc, I found myself writing: "It Makes No Sense" Cough! Cough! Oh No!
I’m getting sick I’d better call a plumber. Zip! Zap! Oh damn! This is a scam. I’d better call a barber. Snip! Snip! Oh shit! This hose now drips. I’d better call a butcher. Clank! Clunk! Oh fuck! That was my truck. I’d better call a waiter. Why oh Why Would I try To ask a fool for aid It’s the truth And quite uncouth, My dear, you’ve just been played The media wants ratings The actors want their wealth And not one really cares About your issues or your health. Giving voices to the ignorant Illiterate, unschooled Truth no longer matters It’s the ratings that will rule. So ask an expert for advice If it’s knowledge that you seek Because it’s education from that with which they speak. When God declared that man,
Should have “dominion” over earth, He understood it’s value, Of its resources and their worth. We weren’t meant to control it, Or annihilate its dwellers. But rather to protect it, For ALL it’s global members. Healthy forests for fresh air, Clear oceans to explore. Only using what we need, And never taking more. Protect it from pollution, Corruption, and depletion. Preservation our objective, Saving Earth, our major mission. We must make clear “dominion”, is correct in our distinction. As to assuredly avoid, A global mass extinction. As we begin to create change, Before it is too late. So we correctly comprehend, Genesis 1: verse 28. Where will we go,
When we have no home. Stuck on this ball, Cold and alone. We truly knew better, But refused to act. Not from the knowledge, But action we lacked. “Too late” we all said, Without even trying. So we sat and watched, As our planet lay dying. (*This poem was inspired from a story in the book, "Life's Work" by Dr. Willie Parker. In it he recalls growing up in the South and attending church. One Sunday a young girl had to come in front of the congregation and confess her sins of getting pregnant. ) In church, she abides, And walks down the aisle. Standing alone, She forces a smile. Her white flowing dress, A symbol of purity. Her legs are trembling, With insecurity. Her gentle voice cracks, As she softly speaks. Her hands start to shake, And her knees are weak. The judgement begins, While the women sigh, Crystal tears fall, From the sides of her eyes. I began to contemplate, What I already knew, As with all procreation, It requires two. So where was the man, Who created all this? And why was he allowed, To be so remiss? It doesn’t seem right, To shame and judge her, When given no choice, To become a mother. http://www.naralva.org/what-is-choice/cpc/common-lies.shtml Our reproductive rights
They try to control At Crisis Centers these Are the lies we are told About abortions and our birth control Restricting our rights Is their one and main goal “ABORTION COSTS MORE THAN JUST GIVING BIRTH!” They lie and refuse To see we have worth. “ABORTION IS RISKY IT CAN KILL YOU - BEWARE!” They use these tactics To frighten and scare. “IT WILL CAUSE YOU ALL KINDS OF PERMANENT DAMAGE!” Our bodies and minds We can easily manage. “ABORTIONS PERMANENTLY WILL MAKE YOU INFERTILE!” These threats are untrue And are just another hurdle. “BREAST CANCER WILL HAPPEN IF YOU HAVE AN ABORTION!” Deceit and falsehoods Is their vile diversion. “THE FETUS FEELS PAIN WHEN THE PREGNANCY’S ENDED!” All truth and honesty Have been suspended. “YOU’VE GOT PLENTY OF TIME TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND!” As they pass more laws And our bodies confined. We are pissed and we’re angry When you tell us these lies Distorted with deception Cloaked in moral disguise Women visit these clinics For your help & guidance Instead you spread lies Not facts based on science. How deceptive and immoral Do you have to be To lie to the women Who seek honesty. (When reading the bible, it is quite apparent that women are not thought of much, nor thought of highly. Their main occupations in the Bible are as either wives, prostitutes, or objects with which to barter or rape. “The word and works of God is quite clear, that women were made either to be wives or prostitutes.” –Martin Luther, Reformer (1483-1546), Works 12.94 In the book “Life’s Work” Parker talks about how since the bible and onwards, men have continually, “thrown Eve under the bus”. ) Since the Bible first began
Life has been unjust Particularly for women When Eve became corrupt Women were just objects That men could buy or trade Wives or prostitutes Were how we were portrayed And poor ol’ Virgin Mary Abstinence be damned That sneaky pesky God With his quick and slight of “hand” Our job back then was clear Childbirth would be our penance Motherhood our only goal When God afflicted vengeance But things have changed since then We’re not so treasonous But men still try to throw Eve underneath the bus. |
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Poetry by: AsherahAlthough she was selectively edited out of the Bible two thousand years ago, she raises her voice for women today in hopes of a better tomorrow, as she makes waves of change, one poem at a time. Archives
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