Dying Symphony (The 13th September Song of 2010)

If you click the above photo you will be redirected to an odd site, I certainly hope it's an oddity or, at the least, a parody of an oddity. It claims to be America's Leading Christian pro-family news-source, either way, it is sure to get the blood boiling. I stumbled upon it when I was looking for "hunger" photos to go along with the poem. The post is from 2006 and it may well be tongue in cheek, but these days it is hard to tell. Whatever it is, or pretends to be, it is inspiration for today's hunger poem.

Here's a mere taste of what you'll run into if you click the above photo...
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Shelley The Republican:
-Hunger in Africa : So what? This is what happens when you reject God and don’t work!-

-Helping Africa? Never again! If you like to learn more about Africa, I suggest you watch the movie “Black Hawk Down“, it will be an eye opener! It was for me!-

-These young Africans look like criminals to me! Why should we feed potential terrorist killers???-

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When dead minds fall
like trees in a forest
to wrack and ruin
noiselessly they lean against the living
and suffering draws near to the cast-off ground.

Felled minds drenched in loathing
will gradually whittle a character drawn from the venom of things,
the least of man,
cruelty.

When trees fall they dance with the living,
kissing the ground in a symphony of rebirth,
crafting a beautiful noise in their resurrection.

No longer singing with the wind,
the forests howl of a communal loss,
a profound cello for the dead, the dying
...and the living.

sdrawkcaB nruT (Turn Backwards)

I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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SKYFALL

Skyfall... We continue to play along with an unnatural game that has serious consequences, soon we'll find ourselves enslaved without recourse to the system. (Is that true of local charades?) Yes. (Why can't we free ourselves from the system?) The madness of money. (It's not money, it's people, right?) It's both, money and us in tandem, thus assuring money's might and our adherance to its loudness. (Madness...) Indeed. © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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THE ROCK HOLDS

The rock holds the soil in and from the soil springs the tree, the green of LIFE rolling from the blue, rising to the occasion of itself. . “Be!”, the (H)eartH declares, “Be what you are!” . (We thought we were!) . (We think we are!) . “You are, but not freely, therefore, only a thought, and a thought without much thinking, as if you were scared into it.”, the (H)eartH added. . [a quietude begins, the truth being heard and heeded, grooving to the flow] ~ © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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