Woody, My Guitar

A poem dedicated to Woody Guthrie, a wonderful person and a personal hero of mine.

Why do we kill people
to show people
that killing people
is wrong?
Why do we start every day
with good morning
and end it with
good-bye?
I want my sky back
I want the blue to trickle down
and paint my heart.
I want my pay check
and I don't want remarks
I want peace
and I want you
and me
and everyone
I want the cogs to turn
as the gas inspires
the engine to work
and the pistons to fire
I want a machine
that inspires peace.
I want a machine
that kills fascists.