April 16, 2003

war me

sunday with no sun, yet again.
day after day of thick abrasive noise,
and nobody around to explain where it's all coming from.
the grown ups have began to cluster together
in the corners of each other's apartments
nervous of the words that they find themselves speaking against.
they feel it's easier to shout with the bombings,
and cry like the babies at night when they think no on is listening.
little do they know, no one is listening all the time.

it's silent now,
if you can under-hear the hum of humanity gurgling just below the surface.
give it a minute if you can't,
it will sputter for you to hear it again.
it doesn't want to die. it never did.
but it feeds on the need to war.
all the while screaming, "keep me alive. i'm too young to die."
people come together
overcoming fear and hate
becoming a force
stronger then the one that kept them down

as i eye the 11 o'clock morning that is before me
i flip quick to the 24-hour news
with my weekend plans of nothingness,
it might be nice to catch a nation take it's first breathe.

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