Poems VI

Hit or miss (mostly miss).

Earth loved man and saw him through
The burning sands and forever blue
And as a boy he loved her too
Just as your mum once loved you 

She fed and raised the hopeless child
The prodigy then razed the wild
Forests, clouds, oceans, life
Her everything she sacrificed 

From her he took all that he could
He ate her flesh, he drank her blood
And as he grew he wanted more
The rolling hills, the endless shores 

The more she died, the more he lived
Yet in truth her death was also his
Like he who dies for all man’s sins
She never once stopped loving him

Her corpse he carved into his throne
He gained the world, but lost his soul
He wept for her, for in the end
He loved her just as she loved him

There was once a bright poet
With a razor sharp mind
He would write poems that rhymed
He would write all the time

As he aged he grew lazy
He let filth fill his mind
He poetry suffered
He kept repeating his rhymes

His brain drowned in sludge
And when the sewage receded
His mind was but rust
And his poems didn’t rhyme anymore

The weather is nice in Nice
The beaches are white in Greece
Black forests are green in Germany
And there isn’t Thanksgiving in Turkey 

Parisian poets perish in Paris
Romans roam through the past in Rome
Shanghaied sailors are shipped to Shanghai
And sinners sin soulless in Seoul 

Fools run with the bulls in Madrid
Lovers parade naked around in Berlin
Saints die in Mexico City on the Day of the Dead
And the blessed rise from their graves in Jerusalem 

Muslims write checks in Kula Lumpur
Mongols ride horses in Ulaanbaatar
Sherpas scale mountains in Katmandu
Nomads sell livestock in Timbuktu 

Boys are armed to the teeth in Kampala
Children sleep on the streets in Kinshasa
In brothels girls slave in Calcutta
In prisons kids play in Gaza 

The mourning Afghani mourns
The deforming Iraqi deforms
The starving Ethiopian starves
The warring American wars 

A Tanzanian albino was killed for his meat
In L.A a black man was shot by the police
In Harare an infant died of disease
But the weather is nice in Nice.

Outside different, inside same
Varying diets, similar waste
Strip us bare and slice us up
Bones, blood, muscles, guts 

All cry clear tears
All bleed red blood
Men eat pink pussy
Women swallow white cum 

We live on Earth
As one species
And when the bombs start falling
As one we’ll leave