A Tract On Crisis
There is a civil war in this land
Self chained to self, man against man
What is so civil about war anyway
Turning oneself into the prey
The wounds of division cruelly set
When handshake is met by bayonet
Or a strike unsheathed through the lips
Man before man in human eclipse
These are the times that try men’s souls
Dear Mr. Paine,
This was written in the Dead Sea Scrolls
Just as the first blood released by Cain
None have been able to relinquish the pain
Turning to self in idolatrous fashion
Becoming in exile malnourished and ashen
Lying down dying a prisoner by choice
Gasping, we blame the Siren’s voice
All that killing we called revolution
Dust back to dust our restitution
posted by dthaase | 3:57 PM
1 Comments:
Hi Dan!
I was just thinking yesterday,...
I wonder when Dan's gonna post another one!
Hey, nice tone here. I tried to look for a hook to set my critical self into, but I found my Christian self too busy being spoken to. I could also see this becoming a HUGE hit (as lyrics) for a crossover hard rock band. (Grab the spandex and wristbands, bro.)
How's classes going? I only have one this sem.
Thank God.
I still have the hope of losing my job in March. We'll see. Then I'll take at least one month off to write, pray and sleep (besides my one class).
I'd love to get together some time in the next month or two. Let me know how it goes. I'm going to try to submit 2-3 poems to this local journal I "found" at a bookstore downtown called "After Hours." I think the deadline is March. If you're interested I could zip you there website.
Blessings,
Bryan H.
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