Peace Meme.
I wish for peace.
Also, a poem I wrote today after hearing Bush's address. It's for AP English, but I felt like sharing.
Paint
I am the artist for you all, he says.
Flicker of a screen, a face
Spoken words.
For others, explosions, but here
Sterile half-silence, he tries to paint it with feeling
Like another worlds-away sky.
he has already scorched that one;
But Ours will be a masterpiece, he says.
I watch him, knowing;
The balance is precarious.
he paints hope, my heart beats - fear.
As he draws the brush, I think,
The potential children inside of me
Will they grow into a world of fire and gas?
Gas, green gas, he mixes green now
Lush, the color of dirty money,
Color of my future husband's garb,
As he stands in line, mind less ly, re pea ting
'Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori;"
There is no paint in that but black,
he dabs it now, black gold to save us.
To hide it from us.
Red, he spatters across the canvas,
It should be a river, not drops,
Staining canvas like our hands,
Their hands, Men's hands,
his too, I want his hands marked
he makes us pay the price for his
Paint.
Also, a poem I wrote today after hearing Bush's address. It's for AP English, but I felt like sharing.
Paint
I am the artist for you all, he says.
Flicker of a screen, a face
Spoken words.
For others, explosions, but here
Sterile half-silence, he tries to paint it with feeling
Like another worlds-away sky.
he has already scorched that one;
But Ours will be a masterpiece, he says.
I watch him, knowing;
The balance is precarious.
he paints hope, my heart beats - fear.
As he draws the brush, I think,
The potential children inside of me
Will they grow into a world of fire and gas?
Gas, green gas, he mixes green now
Lush, the color of dirty money,
Color of my future husband's garb,
As he stands in line, mind less ly, re pea ting
'Dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori;"
There is no paint in that but black,
he dabs it now, black gold to save us.
To hide it from us.
Red, he spatters across the canvas,
It should be a river, not drops,
Staining canvas like our hands,
Their hands, Men's hands,
his too, I want his hands marked
he makes us pay the price for his
Paint.