Politicians, pundits, puppets and poets, oh my!

[Kailashana]

Your hand reaching across
the table with a nomad's empty book,
you tried to write poems once
but used too many words. Do
you remember your puppet feet
dangling in mid-sentence? Your
face frozen with false smiles?

What happened to this country, my
oh my?
And why didn't anyone say the truth,
is it now too late?
Was no one listening in the winter
of our silence?
Did Moses not lead us
to the Promised Land?
Was it not here? Is it there?

Did milk and honey turn dark and foreboding with
every foot of ground taken by the desert
battle waged? Is there reminiscence in the air?

Are your people not my people?


~A


http://www.alternet.org/story/154095/5_ ... P&rd=1&t=6

[still.trucking]

I always use too many words,
but I keep trying to do poetry
But I don't know much about poetry
Even so I got a lot out of your poem
It hit home like a Dylan song

thank you for writing
keep them coming

[mnaz]

was it not there? was it here?

[stilltrucking]

funny my first gut reaction was hearing Dylan singing it, it cut like a knife, then I followed the link and the knife twisted.

nice work

[mnaz]

lions, tigers and bears, oh my!