Monday, November 28, 2016

UNDER THE GUN



Under the gun…everybody’s under the gun…presidents…rock stars…diplomats…nuns…everybody’s under the gun…Philippines…Mexico…Texas…Ohio…parking-lots…playgrounds…everybody’s under the gun

One day you may feel the fear anytime you hear a helicopter – helicopter – helicopter – helicopter – over your head…RUN…you’ll be under the gun

Europe is under the gun… Rio is under the gun…Western Sahara…Chad and Ethiopia…Uganda is under the gun.

Housewives…superstars…right wing death squads…boss on the job…everybody’s under the gun

Take a trip to the East the belly of the beast Iraq Iran dead babies in the sand…Turkey…Syria…Lebanon…Afghanistan…everybody’s under the gun

One day you may feel the terror of looking down the barrel of a semi-automatic bought at a gun show sponsored by a city…FREEZE…

Café Racer…Cascade Mall…Jewish Federation…everybody’s under the gun

Chicago…L.A…even little Santa Fe

Some day you may feel the terror of red lights…blue lights…sirens in the distance…HANDS UP…

Under the gun…everybody’s under the gun.



LITANY



The little violence
            grows

The murmur of violence
            grows

The unheeded violence
            grows

The common violence
            close to surface
            easily rendered

The everyday violence of language and gesture

The sharp words of friends, total strangers, or lovers
            out in a flash
            gone in a flash
            take lives of their own
            find strength with their own

The everyday violence
            grows

The little violence
            grows

Feeding on apathy
            dull consent

As etiquette, training, straight jackets
            break

And the violence grows

And the darkness grows

And we cry in our sleep
            scream in our dreams
            of violence

And look for a Jesus
            violence

Or look for a Ghandi
            violence

Or look for a King
            violence

Or look to ourselves
            and cry out a prayer
            beg for a light

To lead us through

            this darkness

            this violence.


HAVE MERCY ON US

I think it
a sin
to ask
anything

but

in the language
of prayer

Dearly Departed

I
humbly beseech you

Saints and Sinners

Pray for Us

we are barbarians and fools

ora pro nobis
dona nobis pacem
miserere nobis
dimitte mihi peccata mea

Amen

(102 unarmed black victims of police shootings - 13 officers have been charged with crimes, 6 for one murder - the crimes have ranged from misdemeanors to murder.)



(photo credits - cartoon "Under the Gun"  www.cartoonmovement.com; "Litany"  businessinsider.com)
           



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