and when I heard the news that morning
I asked if he was white
I wanted him to be white
and my white friend wanted him to be an Arab
but he was Korean
the son of an immigrant dry cleaner
and for whatever reason he shot and killed 33 people that day
and it really doesn't matter
whether he was white or black
brown or yellow
naturalized or immigrant
to the families
or to the dead
he was death
and death has no color
so he was white
and he was black
and he was brown
and he was me
and he was you
7 comments:
I like it except for the last two lines: I don't quite see you or me as mass murderers. - DA
you're so literal....what's the point
of being a poet if I can't be abstract......I think you've been reading too much "bourgeois" poetry..
maybe you and I are mass murders because we don't reach out to isolated and lonely people and love them...
I've never known a murder but I've known two people that committed suicide and I distinctly remember them reaching out to me and I ignored them....I wrote them off...and they as literal as you...blew it off....
and no matters who's fault it is ...
let's be problem solvers...let's love one another as Christ loved us
reaching out rather than judging...
searching inward rather than outward....and finding that part of ourselves that is in everyone, and knowing that we are all the same, and loving everyone
What a mother-fucking pile of shit
You don’t believe a word of it
If peace on earth you truly wish
Then “reach out” and slap your bitch
Makenie’s Cookie’s Candy’s cream
To fill your pipe fulfills your dream
If Christ makes you so fuckin’ merry
Why lick a chicken head strawberry
I WONDER WHO WROTE THAT
Lies to learn and lines to blur
To hide inside non sequitur
Maintaining anonymity
The guilty flee identity
I did!
28But what think ye? A certain man had two sons; and he came to the first, and said, Son, go work to day in my vineyard.
29He answered and said, I will not: but afterward he repented, and went.
30And he came to the second, and said likewise. And he answered and said, I go, sir: and went not.
31Whether of them twain did the will of his father? They say unto him, The first. Jesus saith unto them, Verily I say unto you, That the publicans and the harlots go into the kingdom of God before you.
32For John came unto you in the way of righteousness, and ye believed him not: but the publicans and the harlots believed him: and ye, when ye had seen it, repented not afterward, that ye might believe him.
A prophet is never welcome in his own land.
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