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5/21/15 Poem: Bread

 

If words could be turned into bread,

into nickels and dimes;

if bills could be paid

with the payment of rhymes,

perhaps, I could change

the world that we own

-transform it from

battlefield into Home.

 

First I would write

the eradication of crime,

feed hungry mouths

word by word, rhyme by rhyme

give poverty its eviction notice

tell all the crooks they have been out voted

put up a “No Trespassing Here” sign

to those who would dictate away rights

burn away trash like a peace offering

sweep away war – Oh! The words we could sing

if words could be turned into bread,

into nickels and dimes,

if bills could be paid

with the payment of rhymes,

then I would change

this world that we own

change it from

battlefield into Home.

 

All over the earth are innumerable friends

working to give terror its farewell end

lending their hands and their hearts in the line

Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand is their rhyme.

As they march ‘cross the land  row by row

turning the Earth for the seeds they will sow

wiping the brows, feeding the poor –

searching for cures -these are their words.

 

And their words are put

deep into the Earth,

where they spread

deep roots in the Earth,

there in the depths holding hands row by row,

That is how seed by seed peace can grow.