When do you think the killing will stop?
By solider, by monster, by husband or cop?
The blood soaking everything, bottom to top;
When do you think the killing will stop?
When do you think they will let the poor be?
When will you and I get our chance to live free?
When will hungry folks eat and the strangled breathe free?
When do you think they will let the poor be?
When will the business of prison go broke?
When will the pipeline of slaves start to choke?
When will our sparks lead to smolder, then smoke?
When will the business of prison go broke?
When do we stand up and say it’s enough?
When will we swallow our fear and get rough?
It will never be easy, it will be always be tough —
If now’s not the moment, what will be enough?
Dark Matter 
August 24th, 2015 at 12:15 pm
Okay…you’ve summed up the problems. Any suggestions?
August 24th, 2015 at 12:18 pm
Plenty. But I’m a poet here, not an activist. That I save for when I’m not writing and earning a living. I am heavily involved in a number of causes. But I don’t talk about them here.