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12/17/2015

'Men'
- by yours truly.

We are sorry we trained your mind that is would be most uncool for you to cry.
We should have given you dolls, not #army trucks and #guns when you were five.
We should have nurtured your feelings, not physically assigned the ones you deserved to express;
Instead of teaching you to 'take it to the back yard', we are deeply sorry that we did not train you it be #strongest to just bless.
Now you're all grown up and this planet has gone mad, sad, and awry.
We should have let you nurture dolls; We should have let you cry.

Woe be to our society now, witnessing the daily horrors of what it is that we have sown.
The days grow short in terror, the nights bleed twice as long.
Tell a human only that he is fully human;
Let him know that we were wrong.
We have only ever shared one world, one humanness;
Please help our earth to feel like home.

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Little Latches

12/17/2015

Little Latches
by M.L. Crider
3/31/2017

Little latches, on the screen doors
hold back an 80 mile per hour wind

New babies that made it through labor,
First they wail, then they grin.

All of the earnest errors
we have mistakenly called sins--

What do we believe in now?
What is it that we believe in now?

Tired men, stuffed again, in starchy ties, shoes, and suits--all the same
Women with unsewn hems now allowed to chime in with them, toss their dirt into the game

The wealthy's choice for a gardener while enjoying dishonest sweat at a gym--
Laughing at the crux of a song, and then crying if it begins again.

What do we believe in now?
What is it that we believe in now?

In the pangs of just one Earth day, there is misery, there is laughter.
There is war about the present day--
There is war about the hereafter.

Why place such ardent faith in the fickle shifting of such a duplicitous notion as time?
Why must we prefer a thing because it adds up or just because it rhymes?

All of these fickle vacillations--
the Dogwood to the Pine,
The madness of staking out just one soul
and claiming that s/he forever shall be mine.
Does anyone else see what It Is
that goes on 'here' all of the time?

What do we believe in now?
What is it that we believe in now?

Only the echo, the flower and snow
hint whispers that we may be of same kind.

If the concept of ideal is not of practical actuation
alas, can we please pause to ask ourselves why?

We cut fractions in half and half and half again
never reaching zero or any horizon,

We fight for peace
We fight for love;
We choose to believe we win a thing other than fighting?

What do we believe in now?
What is it that we believe in now?

The time has past come.
The crow sits tall peering out on us atop a dead lightpole we made

We trained the same men that we now fight against--
We told them they were part of the Sun, now they beg for the Shade.

The president of a once great nation--
debates mocked as if they be pie contests in a long line of clowns

The river lives true and content to live once
though it flows in only one way til earth is turned upside-down

What do we believe in now?
What is it that we believe in now?
Be it best to join minds with you now
in the cancellation of this that we have taught to ourselves and our friends--
I scratch my head, lose another piece of my strong Heart--
I urge mad illusion to end.

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