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THE WHITENESS OF WAR AND PEACE

Afghanistan,Democratic Republic of Congo, Ethiopia,

Myanmar, South Sudan, Yemen, Syria, Ukraine

to name a few where war is hell 

due to shelling missiles and bombs.

Roaming tanks and armored vehicles

hauling troops shoot civilians at will:

children hiding in shelters,

adults seeking bread,

pregnant women giving birth.

Destruction of hospitals and schools

creates a living hell.

And while wise heads of state debate

wars continue unabated,

except for the acts of the truly courageous

whom we all agree do not deserve such fate.

Look deeper where no bombs yet fall

to places where despots and bullies stand tall.

The USA, the UK, France, Hungary et al.

Leaders elected but never impeached by an electorate

which loves hostility in its games and entertains

itself with harsh rhetoric and hate,

sexist and racist snipes and attacks

against those who disclose white men lack 

a claimed true supremacy, used for centuries

to hold top of place in every endeavor.

Even in hearings selecting Supreme Court Justices

white supremacy seeks to trump the most sage. 

White men, and women too, wage

war with words on FOX News and in media

unused to being used as propaganda tools.

Facebook, Meta, Twitter, Tik Tok

and others are weapons of war before

other armaments become necessary

in a place where votes set agenda for democracy.

Ukraine is the not the start of the Third World War.

Ukraine is the first place democratic patriots fight back.

All democracies have been under word and cyber attack.

Stop the gaslit words. Stop the hate.

Stop the lies. Stop the insider attacks

on nomination of candidates, elections

and sacred halls of government.

Contemplate truth and defend it

before lethal attacks increase 

and weapons of war become legal,

unlicensed and hidden from view

until they are used to attack you

and those we need to guide us through

World War Three.

We who love our democracy

are counting on you.

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Prejudice on the Move

Can you tell me why

We hurl stereotypes

Onto the backs of refugees

Fleeing equal terrors,

Seeking equal favor,

Hoping for survival?

Can you tell me

Why we blindfold

Our fearful eyes

With stories of savages

And thugs unless

Those in flight look like

You or I ?

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BURNT OFFERINGS

Burnt offerings

from a mother dead

thirty years past

left smoking hot

on the stove top

in a dream confused

by vegetables wrapped

in stars

the sweet smell of meat

charred to sugar

potatoes sliced and crisped

arranged across the sky

amid the stars.

discovered after she

was ushered to the car

to begin her own journey

away from me

food left behind

to nurture a daughter

nearly blind

with grief for other mothers 

and daughters, and self.

Ancient lessons taught

in the dead of night

of the power of burnt offerings

I had thought were hers

but in truth

are mine.

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STUMBLING TOWARD PEACE

How limited is man’s reason

at the best of times

in calm seas

when a light touch 

is all the need?

Calm hand on the helm

as ships of state range

angry seas roiled and rolling

in waves of megalomania

matters even more,

while people plead for

even more power

as innocent citizens cower

in basements and tunnels,

where children are crying

and parents sighing

their inability to reach safety.

If answers were known

the problem would already be 

solved for a frightened humanity.

There are no easy answers,

no negotiation nor compromise

when reason has become undone.

Questions such as those we face

can only be answered

by history, after becoming

stumbled upon by those whose reason

holds fast despite the blast

of missiles and bombs.

It is not only armaments unleashed

which make us stumble and fall;

also, reason undermined by tall

tales and lies which cloud

the road to freedom and the end of war.

We cannot pretend to know what will work.

Strategy cannot portend outcomes.

We are all in the dark ages now

hoping for reason to light a new way,

a renaissance to unfold

that the story to be told

will end with cheers and delight

of a world with greater insight.

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Shout Out

Trust is a difficult thing

to those without wings

asked to fly.

Hope fades heart strings

Of those pulled awry

by questions unanswered.

We try

to keep faith with leaders

who cannot say why

they stand aside.

We plead for speed

To save lives.

Answers lie within

not outside;

but words must be

Shouted out to be heard

so there is no doubt

what we expect

To protect

Ukrainian lives.

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Less Praise, More Help

The rain was mild,

The road travelable

Until a monster

storm unleashed its rage,

The river overflowed

It’s bank with undertows

Dragging the SUV down,

as it began to float.

First responders arrived.

It took awhile.

The driver yelled for help

To save his wife and children.

Onlookers stood safe onshore,

threw ropes across the heaving waters

Until the father begged for more.

He threw a child through

the narrow window opening.

“Please help my child. Now,

please now, before he sinks.”

A raft was thrown

Which none could reach.

More calls for help,

As blankets were stacked ashore,

and life-rings propelled.

People gathered and shouted,

“How brave you are being!

How well you are doing!

We thought you would have sunk

long before.”

He called for help, more desperate now.

Asking the responders to come

into the water to save

His sons and daughters.

But, they refused with worried frowns

That they could not enter the river.

It was not allowed.

What reasoning is this?

What conscience allows

A nation to drown as we watch

Shouting the words “ How brave!”

How wondrous you stayed afloat so long.”

Stood there saluting on the bank

as the car sank.

Hoping the river’s flow

Would slow,

before all hope was lost

For those in the car

and those on the shore.

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NO REST WITHOUT PEACE

Harder it is to sleep at night.

Reverberations of artillery

blow across the world.

Shockwaves course around the globe

proving butterfly wing’s theory

and causing injury

to those seeking peace

or at least a good night’s sleep.

The sun is already high in the sky

before the body feels more calm.

A body tossed about all night 

by silent waves from blasts of bombs.

What matters such disturbance ?

They awaken more than bodies.

They awaken conscience.

How far into the universe

radiate these disturbances ?

Where are the universe’s guardians?

Where are earth’s guardians?

Where are those who guard

babies and pregnant women

in maternity hospitals

against the Russian missiles?

In dreams I seek answers.

I cannot hold my peace.

I shall say my piece

or we shall never have peace.

I am tired of waiting for answers

when action is required.

Ukraine is so very tired.

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“IF I WERE GOD”

This is the question heard like a shot

around the world in heavy hearts.

Who we are matters not

when empathy takes apart

the calm acceptance of fate.

We accept our human frailty in part,

yet aspire to be gods who can create

a world of safety.

From Sun-Kings who were gods

to Putin, Kim Jong Un, and Khamenei

is a short road of ignominy.

Each day of war brings the prayer

“If I were God” I would stop

this unholy massacre.

The helplessness becomes

too much to bear

for such as me.

How much harder must it be

for leaders of democracy

who see more of war than we can know

with secret insights passed between

those on front lines where evil grows?

Is this their prayer, too?

Are they strong enough to ignore its pull?

For autocrats are not.

Autocrats create the fiction they are gods

and pretend a courage they lack

to remain human; becoming monsters instead.

Leaders of democracies show greater humanity

because they have the courage to admit

they are not God, no matter how much

they wish it were so.

Democratic leaders have the strength

to carry the heavy burden

not only of their own human frailty;

but, of ours as well.

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NO CRY ZONE

Another morning when tears overcome words,

and grief buries deeper with each breath.

Each breath a bonus for those of us

not being shelled, shot or bombed to death.

Bullies have breached the constraints

put in place for decades as a restraint

on their worst evils which now cross borders

bringing fear, chaos and disorder.

I weep in the face of Ukrainian faces distorted

by anxiety, terror, confusion and disbelief;

suffering while begging for help, contorted

in pleading and nobility of spirit, 

brave faces on a brave people insisting

we join with equal courage their effort to persist

in the face of evil based on lies

which twist the story 

of a war threatening Russia’s former glory.

And we who hear these pleas seem too fearful to reply,

to breathe deep enough

to reach high enough

to push hard enough

to save Ukraine

and ourselves.

What we are told to justify holding our breath

must be far worse than we can imagine,

bad enough to keep planes and pilots grounded

as those on the ground in Ukraine are pounded;

as we watch with breath catching and hitching 

in tearful wonder at Ukrainian bravery.

I want to fly, not cry. 

I want to spread angels wings

across the sky.

I want to stop Ukraine’s suffering.

I want a no cry zone for Ukraine.

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LETTER TO EARTH

Good morning, Earth.

You are still here

harboring fragile lives

and all they hold dear.

We have forgotten our friendship,

stayed silent for too many years.

Silent while your virgin forests

were raped and cleared.

Silent while your fields became poison

farmed in chemical warfare.

Silent when your fields’ waters ran off

to your rivers where your fish died.

Silent as viruses you had hidden from view

escaped your now weakened ties

that once bound them unable to harm us,

your dear friends, causing alarms

which trounced us awake to our loss.

Silent as oil and gas heated your breath

bringing fire, floods and storms, 

illness, war and death.

Silent no more as Putin threatens 

your nuclear destruction.

Silent no more as Earth,our best friend,

faces total obliteration 

after decades of our willful alienation

from you, Earth, our best friend.

The war we watch on our screens

began inside us sight unseen.

We were not looking within

when we should have been.

Silent no longer,  but is the song we now sing

our death song, after staying silent too long?

Dear Earth, can we make amends

and make you, once again

our best friend?

I pray you say “yes”.

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