i will never be able to love who i love.

when existence

comes to rebellion

who's to blame

when the rain comes near

  

who's to blame

when the war is over

every hotlines dead

promise to not stay sober

    

sober thoughts

lead to beautiful dread

above all we fear love

christ is truly dead

                                   

banjo strums

my voice will be heard

guthrie didnt die

dylan still observes

                                 

when MY existence

is called resistance

in cold graves

our founding fathers roll over

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

it's a very poignant poem. i watch in disbelief as the world even today continues to harbour prejudice and practice persecutions. it might be in vain to try and believe in hope when God is Dead, but i hope you do. and if you need to fight, fight.