Pennies for Peace

each penny comes with a thought
each penny is not a lot
a penny is not wealth
a penny is often left behind, on the shelf
to us that penny means not a lot
but a penny is more than what some got
think of each penny
put a thought into each penny
so each penny comes with a thought
make sure to leave them on the shelf
give reminder to yourself
put all those pennies in one spot
think of what, with all those pennies, can be bought
pennies mean a lot
when you haven't any
not one penny
each penny comes with a thought
let that thought be
what can be bought
with all the pennies for peace!

The Faceless

No shoes, no clothes, no food to eat
Men, women, children begging in the street
Look in their faces, look at their tears
Oppression’s the equation for the pain they’ve felt for years
Picking garbage and living in shantytowns
Is not their preferred way of life
It’s what they have to do to survive another day
Through poverty, famine and the stench of their stife
With pains of hunger in their bellies each day
And their ears to the ground while they listen and pray
Hoping that off in the distance, the machines will go away
But the earth starts to shake as the rumble draws near
They grab what they can and scramble with fear
A cloud of dust appears up ahead
Behind it lies calm, quiet, dead
Their house are crushed, made of cardboard and wood
They’re left with nothing, they grabbed what they could
Some stand in the distance, crying, watching in shock
As the soldiers count the bodies, as if taking stock of
all the hopes and dreams that were never had
and with each body counted the soldiers seem glad
then the troops move out as quickly as they’d come
The little shantytown is no more and the faceless are on the run
The smell of death is everywhere
But no one else seems to care
Life rolls backward into this bad dream
And as death beckons in the new dawn
The faceless are no longer seen.

November

Moving right along...Christmas is already on everyone's mind...Walmart's mind that's for sure...LOL
Went there on Sunday Novemeber 1st and trhey already had all the pumpkins replaced with reindeer, all the monsters with Sanat and his elves, the haunted house with the manger...it's so damn funny how bloody capitalistic we have become! It is this time of year that get the most emotional about those who have so much less and are unfortunate due to circumstances beyond their control. We all know people who try hard and never seem to catch a break or who work hard and end up with nothing. It's a sad time of year as much as it is joyfull. This is the time of year that I actually wrote a poem I posted earlier...and I think it fits right in here and besides it is worth a second read! LOL

Spare change

The colour has faded
The trees stand naked
Snow wisps through the air
People with no shoes walk the streets
Sorrow and pain everywhere

Winter is upon us again
The season of joy is near
The shoppers are shopping
So gleeful and happy, filled with Christmas cheer

Discouraged and dismal
They wander the street
To them a gift is simple
Some warmth and a bite to eat

A subway grid or stairwell
Is often what they call home
The time they need some company
Is the time they spend alone

Give what you can
Give generously
The streets are unforgiving
For them, for you and for me.

Spare change

The colour has faded
The trees stand naked
Snow wisps through the air
People with no shoes walk the streets
Sorrow and pain everywhere

Winter is upon us again
The season of joy is near
The shoppers are shopping
So gleeful and happy, filled with Christmas cheer

Discouraged and dismal
They wander the street
To them a gift is simple
Some warmth and a bite to eat

A subway grid or stairwell
Is often what they call home
The time they need some company
Is the time they spend alone

Give what you can
Give generously
The streets are unforgiving
For them, for you and for me.