Ashes & Dust

There are refugees 

with PhD’s and law degrees 

who can’t afford Mickey D’s

but we keep giving 

Uncle Sam the keys

to create more and more and 

war is all we’re good for 

and building walls 

and locking doors 

and it’s two years shy

of a score 

we crowd elders and youth 

on a concrete floor

and the world can’t take anymore 

we debate about 

who lit the flame

but continue to pour

more and more and more and more 

gasoline on the unseen 

masses who disappear 

and with the gas can in hand

we shed alligator tears 

as we tiptoe through 

the centuries 

of ashes and dust

and we watch the tulips grow 

and we watch the answers 

blow in the wind 

with rain 

and brains 

and desecrated remains 

but mental chains can break 

and humanity can wake 

and we can all re-learn 

to take only what we need

and we can all re-learn

to feel the pain 

when the earth and humanity bleed

and we can all re-learn 

to rise above fear and greed

and have only 

good thoughts, words, and deeds 

and stop pretending 

that we can buy the earth 

with feathers and beads

and stop pretending 

that we are kind and just

as we play god

and turn the living 

into ashes and dust, 

and stop pretending 

that we’ll be the one empire 

that doesn’t rust 

and fade back into the soil

no more than ashes and dust


no more trading life for oil

no more trying to spoil 

this beautiful planet 

to make a buck

no more ignorance 

no more apathy 

no more greed

no more hatred 

no more Americans 

not giving a fuck

about everything

that they pay to destroy


About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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