Sally's Home (Less-Ness)

The Famine of Man

Ah...But I dream a world...

The vulture just does

what he does

as we continue to do

whatever it is 

we do....

no blame for the former

no name on the latter.

And rightly so, for who is the "we"

that would hold claim to

the nothingness that "we" do?

Ahh...but I dream a world

I dream a world

where thoughts are things

and images have wings

and people like You and Me

change things...

perhaps from our over-developed sense of justice

but maybe ... just because ...

we can.

Or just because we have been commanded thus,

"the poor in your mist are My trust.

Guard ye My trust..."

the prophet said.

i dream a world

where vulnerability

is not exploited

or exported,

where love and fellowship

and the family of man

are imported to produce

the oneness of our innate unity.

My pen is stilled

at this sight

the vulture...you...

the vulture...you...

the vulture...you...

yet do i have the volition

to try to right

this wrong?

Yes i am strong,

unique,

a black a m e r i c a n,

a pillar of preserverance,

a tower of strenght,

i have come through

the middle passage

undaunted

selected genes intact

i dream a world

where the trust is guarded

the bounty is shared

where the deeds exceeds words

and the words break out in song

where the masks are lifted

and the veil of "we" is removed

and the burdens become one

one for food

one for clothing

one for progress

Christ, are you there?

Moses, do you care?

Zoroaster, where have you been?

Krishna, forgive my sin and let the Buddha in me come in.

May the Glory of God

Hear your unspoken call

and answer your prayer, unasked.

Peace and blessings....

I shower upon your elavated soul for

I ... dream ... a ... world...

where the famine of man

is filled to the brim

and love spills out

all over the gd place.

9:41 p.m. 7 July 2006 EST

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