A tent under the bridge Pass a stranger holding a sign Unknown and uncared for A person has value A person is a person No matter their circumstances We pay to kill civilians in other country but won;t keep our own housed and fed It’s getting worse As our wealth gap grows Will you fall through the cracks? Will we have a house in a few months? Something can be done It’s a matter of caring enough to find the solution Think with your heart Don;t think with you fear There are humans sleeping on our sidewalks Living in a tent under your local bridge Just trying to live and not die To have food and not starve To have water To have heat To be seen as a person, as the same as you and me It’s not about me and it’s not about you it’s about us Will we choose to care about each other or not? Choose to see each other, or not? To love or not? Inequality kills It takes man...
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To Die For
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A dream once made of a world reborn undo the ties that bind as grass is slayed and mowed away we must slay the machine the beasts sits high on mountain tops Untouchable in monstrous glory Who lives? Who dies? Who fights for us? genocide becomes just another headline.. among so many others piece by piece, hammer by hammer, the machine will one day die Fires bright we light our birth through its destruction Disappeared deported genocided unwelcomed The machine doesn’t speak for us Evil will fall be thrown down and dismantled part be part piece by piece The empire will burn
Unmasking Poetry
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I cannot write a poem Or so I’ve been told I cannot date I cannot work Or play sports What’s an autistic poet to do, not that I know, I cannot do what I've been doing for years? Who cares if I can or can’t write a poem? Since when has our value been based on poetry? I don’t play baseball; I dont want to I can play baseball I can date I can work When others choose see me as a person I can write at least one poem Though, why stop at one? When in doubt write Let your words out Others don’t define me Or decide my capabilities I don’t have a disease I don’t need your pity or contempt Just your humanity and empathy While not writing this poem… In these dark, deadly times Maybe someday we can all see the humanity in each Learn to treat others as equal In the meantime Write through our confusions Our fears Our doubts Our love Our empathy and humanity...