Weekly Poems: Politics And More

THE LAST DEPRESSION LED TO HOLOCAUST

The last depression led to holocaust.
The rationale for massacre is fear.
Long before it starts, the game is lost.
The neighborhood of hate is always here.
The best place to begin is one's own heart.
There the mad dogs pull against their chains,
Lusting to tear some stranger's throat apart,
Rage that only love and patience tames.
Each heart becomes a lantern in a crowd.
Yes, people see according to your light,
As you by theirs – but speak of love aloud,
Lest other voices drown the coming night.
And do not turn away from victims' cries,
For evil's spooked by nothing more than eyes.

ST. PATRICK RID THE EMERALD ISLE OF SNAKES

St. Patrick rid the emerald isle of snakes,
Though only those that crawl upon the ground.
Perhaps not even he had what it takes,
Although a puissant saint, and well renowned,
To cast out those whose children still abound.
Remaining in our hearts, as when of old
In Eden green they tempted us to sin,
Cold and lean they grow more passing bold,
Knowing we've cast out the saint within.

HARDLY A DAY GOES BY THAT I DON'T THINK OF YOU

Hardly a day goes by that I don't think of you,
Mostly in anger, sometimes with hatred.
I loved you nearly half my life, and now
The bad has swallowed up the good, has eaten my heart.

How sad that I must bury so much of me!
I wish I could bury you.
The real, living you I don't want to hear about.
You were once what I lived for, and now
I don't even want to know when you are dead.

THANK YOU FOR LOVING US

Thank you for loving us,
Having us in.
All you have given
Now we hold within.
Kids out in limbo
You made your own,
Or else we might still be
Unloved and alone.

EASY IN THE CATACOMBS

Easy in the catacombs
A soul might find the Son
Shining on the patient bones
That wait upon the One,
Each a tale long untold
Regarding faith long gone.

PLEASE BE ASSURED THAT WHAT YOU READ IS TRUE

Please be assured that what you read is true,
Although to some it may seem more symbolical.
Sometimes the myth itself becomes historical,
Sustained by being simply what one knew.
On Passover, we read the ancient story,
Very certain that what happens there
Embodies something true that all Jews share,
Remnant of when God revealed His glory.

YOU ARE FIVE

You are five!
A big girl now!
Reading on your own!

I know you can
'Cause look at this:
You've just read this poem!