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having a body in war time
having a womb in the face of a bomb
i havenít bled in months
womb holding the blood in as the bombs explode
it is as if my body knows there has been too much blood shed
my body holding and hoarding
weight being held ~ pounds gained
more energy expelled then calories taken in
still my body grows
hips and stomach know there are too many children starving
my body afraid ~ drawing all in close and refusing to let go
that fear cradled and nurtured
america holding and hoarding
taking the resources to an excess
that fear mass produced ~ hysteria induced
fed on bloodshed the and starvation
to that i cry out foul
drum and dance my dissent
chanting on the street corners
then i drive home in my car
turn the key ~ unlock my house
holding and hoarding the material world
drawing it close ~ knowing there are so many without
dissent is easy among the comfortable
as i turn the key to my car ~ my house ~ i am guilty
my possessions are my complicity
my modern comforts lead to their murders
people die so life can be shrink-wrapped
plastic coated ~ diesel fueled
true dissent is to live simply
step out of the imbalance
end the trade off of possessions for oppression
stop the exchange of my comfort for their death
today i choose to end my complicity
stop hoarding and feeding my fear
i shave my head as a sign of renunciation
today i let go and live ~ simply
Dawn Lehrer
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