Grandmother Owl

Grandmother Owl

Anger is here, is a stone in my heart.

Ancestry covered by television, commerce, lives lost in trinkets

must be remembered and must be imagined.

Push the moveable type to the side.

I will roll the runes of our makeshift past

in the erasable dust, stone against stone.

I will crush this forgetfulness awake.

I will make you remember

That I am warrior, soft and unyielding

and burning as the Sun.

I am a mother in a son’s body,

my intuition bold which laces language magnetic.

My anger is a feather set within wings

which this Owl punches against darkness in her deliberation.

In her deliberate hunt, she delights in night flying,

intuits movements and refines her path in infrared.

Armored cowards have taken the lives of our mothers, sisters, fathers, and sons

with cluster bombs and small pox.  With land mines

they pollute playgrounds.  When the mines explode, taking limbs

and tiny lives, the perpetrators make a sign, sigh, “Ah, well.”

I am ashamed for the color of my skin.

I am ashamed for “my people,”

who live on cheap meat, metal and electricity, too much.  Too much.

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The Relevant Cause By Xxx, at Apr 03, 2008 08:34 AM

Technology isn’t the enemy

It’s our medium.

It’s an accident we’re allowed to possess it.

A gift, a tool, a weapon to wield.

 

Too late to lament past injustice.

Past murders.

Past wars.

Cover-ups.

 

Language magnetic spoken

By sober brains is a weapon.

Use it to signal the guards who are prisoners.

Use it to gather the people not sheep.

 

Use it to tell them we’re ready.

To risk thinking and change.

To prevent planners from proving their plan.

To deny the police their state.

 

Let language magnetic inspire

Better life, better tools

Protection and fair distribution of bread.

Better treatment of others less lucky.

 

Our skins aren’t black or brown.

Not yellow or white.

We’re a spectrum of color.

One wanting rebellion for life.

 

Take out the top.

Don’t start at the bottom.

Let go of the past.

Help force a new future.

 

We have the voice.

The tools and the platform.

Open all hearts to

The relevant cause.

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