glorious humanity
tainted
with blood
by hate and hates violent seekers
the blue dreamers' coming of age
cultures are but a mere cage
vivid histories
separated only by language
struggle to take each village
whether bathed or unbathed
in brutal societies many fogs
ambassadors of black
how you make me cry
at your endlessly hungry rage
your words became a thief
to thousands of lives
form holds life
life holds form
gun kills life
life is gone
children once
in the ways that count
children no more
a cruel immoral lottery
your frightened ticket
holder
the winner
one far away night
at a time
save me their tiny eyes cry
so another day I can rise
and struggle another day
to remain unharmed
and alive.............
(March 19, 2008 536 am )