Opening Statement

The U.S. is committing treason
against
ideals of liberty
Forcing my siblings into war
at home and abroad
Taking prisoners to torture
Urging the mob to applaud
Perpetrating a fraud
against bravery and honor
Bald-faced lies, a con
surreal in scope,
crippling to reason
I dare call it treason
in the name of hope's
American dream.




Child of Grace

A child of my time
and the universe
Fiercely at play in the ruins
stomping antiquities
into sharp shards
to sculpt my mosaic
in shifting sands
I call to You,
Gods of the Heavens,
hidden behind my eyes,
Come see, and applaud
my holiness
I tell Your secrets
in riddles, rhythms
If those fools would but
smile and dance
the sands would fly into music
Play on

(c) April 1, 2008 Laurie Corzett/libramoon