Published: 22 April 2026

what is it you don’t get?

if you don’t want to talk it’s not all right by me
I would really appreciate a moment of your time
as I am listening to more hatred, than those who
hate you can raise, lousy lizard heads, how they despise you
and all you provide, they say that’s our cafeteria
but, they’re only after your lunch, and all that is good
they say they will make your home a desert!
in case they don’t remember us, maybe it was all the
alcohol they took against our wishes but then again
everyone danced all night to the Husseins, the Shahs,
the Rama Lama Ding Dong of the Sons of Man, the Marketers
the Mouseketeers, the Cream Cheese and Kleenex squad
dig it
they really need to be put down, like you did when you
nailed the hides of those who would steal your land
steal your providence, your rich pastures that you meant
for everyone — then Oh Great Big Dude — lay it on them
take everything they took and turn it into a fucking disaster
shake the foundations of their tiny worlds and teach the meaning
of small
shame is a great education, so send them back to school
so they may value you above all others
creator, lover, judge, mother, father, home

based on psalm 83 ”Keep not thou silence, O God” KJV

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How Shall We Sing The Lord’s Song In A Strange Land?

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variation on psalm 137, By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat
hands drumming on ribs, feet, the ground,
the mouths of pots and guns beckon,
the wind, the clouds, are the sight of sound
to the deaf, the foreign, the prisoner.
This bridge is the harp hung across
the tears of our sorrow. Each life

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