Justice In the Breeze
I wonder at the world
with all its full-fledged people
and middle-aged dreamers.
With those that help with the blood and guts
and those that spill it.
And those that rise the highest
and receive the most discredit
Our bargain-basement news
from white-blooded newscasters.
I wonder why the rebels
hide their thoughts and feelings
in rock videos and concerts
to benefit starving infants and misfits
while each new day ten citizens
of Para get their faces wiped out
by gun-powder blasts and letter bombs.
No, that's not what they want to hear
if what's heard is beyond cure.
Dirty Palestine and the curse of Argos
too thin to spread butter on.
Page 29 (Black Book: Light Heart)
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