Don’t lose your humanity when you grow up Remember you were founded on love Like every good city And there is self pity And there is blame But know the name That is given to you Is not all there is when they ask what is true And I put a flower in the shield of the riot policeman Because I know that only open hearts can Remind a solider what he really is Not a function of what it means to merely exist As a job or as a duty There is beauty Within every man No matter what he can Entertain When he seeks salvation in vain In the trigger of the gun And the false notion that he is the only one Who feels this way But everything will eventually pass away But do you realise what is eternal in the now And if you do then what will you allow To happen on your watch Do you keep one eye on the clock As you hear it tick your life away And you gather sand because you cannot stay In an earthen grain And is it wrong that I see the pain In their mocking eyes As they disguise Their despair At having to go in there And break what someone else built But now the milk is spilt And do we cry or do we clean it up Do we make it worse or do we love And hold the hand of the screaming baby Is that what it takes to save me?
I tried to scream but they stifled the cry Now I must watch the people die And it’s game over in the extreme As people wake up from the dream And wonder what it is they have been doing The empty hands they are pursing In the hope that it will bring them gold But they forget to look inside their soul To find what’s there to share The loaves and the fish and people care About each other A bomb drops and another mother Hears her child’s stifled scream For the last time as the seam Is burst on the dress we sew And there may be people in the know But they can’t see what we are I look over at him in my car As we drive to the sunset in my sky But I watched the fading from view lie In wait for every summer sun You wake up and you are the one Who will be the endeavoured in the replete The woman may have washed Jesus’ feet With her hair But were you there When he let her be And for free Forgave what held her down Like the men about the town Who used her for what she could Only sell in that type of wood And the trees holds whispers still Feel the weight of heavy will Signal summer in the breeze The weight is heavy but my knees Can finally lift their stone And if I must I will leave home
The Poetry Book 