For the Harmony for Solidarity event - some of these poems have been published here previously; some are new.

Truths

What is the difference between better and right?

You’re in no way arrogant in your own sight,

Claim you’re not racist or hateful at all,

Yet you’ve got a monopoly on the Divine Light.

You’re so lucky to have been born so tall

On the shoulders of prophets who heard the Divine Call,

While others are left in the darkness of sin.

How grand you feel besides others, so small.

God favored your people since time did begin.

All other faiths are lies that may suck you in.

Pat yourself on the back, you’re one of a few

Who possess a real soul of Divinity within.

You’re not better, you’re just… better, and you always knew

That your religion is the only one, real and true.

For if that weren’t so, you’d have to stare into the night,

Or accept that your religion is right – for you.

Alive

For each and every action

says Newton’s famous law

there is an equal opposite

simple, cold and raw

Fire fighting fire

An eye for an eye

For each and every person killed

someone else must die

Is it only natural

those who hate you, you hate back

a mindless asteroid, acted upon

hurtling through the black

Respond to hate only with love

This I can derive

I will defy the laws of physics

Because I am alive.

Anthem

Oh say, can you see?

No, you can't. Look twice

or more,

however many times will suffice

You say you can see

but you see what they say

as a threat, and your ego

You must obey

You

Eat without tasting

Take in without hearing

Look without sight

No wonder you're fearing

Faces you have only

seen on a screen

Unaware that the

enemy

Shares the same dream

as you

To be safe and loved,

To see and be seen,

Oh say, look again

Till you see what I mean.

Song of Judgment

Part of a whole,

yet you want to shine

to be seen and to define

your unique shape, and to be known

How you want to stand alone!

Reaching out like a dying flame

begging the world, remember my name!

And so you announce, I'm not like them

and all the rest do you condemn

The creative desire to sculpt, to mold

the self, taken too far, cannot hold

in the midst of rejection and scorn

This is how judgment is born

I'm not like him, I'm not like her

And then the lines begin to blur

as those of whose evil you are so sure

become who you will be, are or were.

The Peacemaker

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Who's the fairest of them all?

God, the mirror did reply

For the mirror cannot lie

The peacemaker acknowledges each soul

So well aware we are part of one whole

Approaches each conflict with a listening ear

Trusts in God and feels no fear

Yet they call him a wimp, they call him weak

Belittle the words that he does speak

He should show 'em who's boss, stand up and fight

It's dog eat dog and might makes right

But the universe mirrors whatever we throw

Cast forth angry words? Reap what you sow.

In the name of pride, the people bleed

Which kind of person does the world most need?