T h o u s a n d s  o f  P o e t s , OneVoice



 

mother’s milk

word bomb exploding 
waking the children 
mothers give no milk as 
fear is their future 

Men without sons sending 
mothers' only children 
into a world where 
only the children and women 
truly suffer from the bombing ... 

 As men lead to glory 
 and bury in polite terms 
 "casualties" and "heroes" 
 all die while suffering 
 the poison words of men who sling bombs 
 as carelessly as words 

 and we care about the price of gas 
 and we worry about our car 
 and we think about that next cruise 
 and we work to keep the machine oiled and humming    
 soldiers are not the only casualties 

               of wars within boundaries 
               my brother's film remained intact 
               his body buried in Israel ... 

 
 
 
 
 

 

     for Jaime

      7:42 PM MST  MARCH 19, 2003
 
 

           lime green flickered on the screen 
           tears fill the empty spaces in 
           my vision 
           poets for peace 

           never enough for peace 

           I have been in struggles all 
           day long 
           sharing our vision 
           passion for peace 

           propaganda flowing on 
           never meant for peace 

           lime green simple image seen 
           tears flowing, whiffs of sandalwood 
           chanting begins 
           starting my prayer for peace 

           I enter my altar room 
           Tibetan monks are with me 
           chanting on CD 
           starting a prayer for peace 

           tears flow 
           Bodhisavatta 
           Kuanyin looks on 
           compassion in her eyes 
           eternal gaze of peace 

           I touch the well-worn beads 
           they settle nesting in my hand 
           never enough for peace 

           I begin to chant 
           tears flowing, whiffs of sandalwood 
           not the smell of peace 

           oxymoron bombs are 
           murdering 
           tears flowing, whiffs of sandalwood 
           never the scent of peace 

           ohm namea padme hum 
           ohm namea padme hum 

           I feel the screaming starting 
           far away 
           I chant with elders 

               monks were massacred as 
           chanting began, Tibet, 
           still chanting 
           sounds of peace 

           The flute player was in Chinatown 
           now playing his music of peace 
           sounds echoing to this room 
           never enough for peace 

           I chanted 999 times 
           never enough for peace 
           chanting 999 times 
           leaving the last 
           one 
           for peace 

           I now begin 
           my brown rice fast 
           never enough 
           for peace 

           I cry at least a thousand tears 
           never enough 
           for peace 

           Ohm namea padme hum 
           never enough 
           for peace 

           lime green flickers on the screen 
           never 
           to make 
           peace 
 

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