CONFESSION ZERO

Not sure why some are afraid of the monstrousness of war, probably the monstrousness. We haven't any duty to country, we've a duty to Home. I wouldn't go to war for any reason whatsoever as a peacemaker, and if more (all) humans realized that they are/were born peacemakers and not warriors, there would be no damn war! We raise them up to diminish and destroy their empathy in an atmosphere of battle and fear, so it is obvious to me the reasons the world's people are at war with one another. Then one must consider the (H)eartH, the planet of their birth? Why are we, in general, colluding, allowing the destruction of our Home? The most inexplicable war the war, the destruction of the very thing that gives us everything we need to survive. I suppose then the answer is priorities, brother. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

We're so damn sick We're so damn sick We're so damn sick Doing the same things over and over again as if as if the truth were some magic trick as if as if kindness was hiding from us up some bloody sleeve Goodness some god-fouled machine We're sick We're sick We're sick Telling jokes that aren't funny just hurtful to another a skin color a brother laughing at another a sister being demeaned by power-hungry jackals hanging onto rage fear and ignorance warring our way off the edge of the world that's never been ours to own always out of our control laughing at things the same things for thirty, forty one hundred years Grow up! Songs, memorized for nothing pledges of slavery jeering and sneering making fun of something doing nothing nothing worth repeating ricocheting like gunfire like the whistle of bombs As if love's an unknown language blasted to both edges of prideful swords distant and absurd s...