Friday, November 13, 2015

The Innocent

Violence scatters the innocent
and draws into itself more violence.

Violence may grow and grow,
but innocence cannot be destroyed.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

White Pride

White flares singe and blind
Eyes that stare too long at the sun.
The pink and fair-skinned streak
Their faces with white paint.

Resentment and grudges
Fuel the rage whose cinders
Smolder across generations
And take down massive forests.

White is the evisceration
Of colors, and even those who
Embrace its phallus a
Ae not truly white.

Bleached, blanched, these white tribes
Worship crucifying whomever
They think their white god blesses
For being better than they are.

[Disposable Poem November 24, 2015]
Dr. Mike