all it takes . . .

all it takes

all it takes is

a stare

a gesture

a look

a glance by chance

and the brother wants your life

all it takes is

a gun

a uniform

a place in space

where you know no one

and you are ready to kill

at will

children with no face

waste the land that is not yours

but looks the same in this game

a war torn neighborhood

that used to be all good

until  . . .

you . . .

fill in the blanks

thanks

what is it we see

when we come to be a part

of this heart – less ?

or heart none

cold steel gun

a holder

that makes you bolder

to pull that trigger

go figure

i ain’t that . . .

guy

why

for that’s my Son

he may be my only one

or my last one

ain’t no fun

getting dressed in black

with a black heart

to be a part

of some senseless ass going away ceremony

what is your testimony

to you, your self

is that all it takes

and there are those who sit

untouched

yet motivated by your

unsure – ness

blind – ness

weak – ness

sheeple – ness

is that

all it takes

we are fed violence

from the day of our birth

on this earth

as we seek our worth

and our self esteem

yet we dream

of brighter days

brighter ways

but the electric is off Mom

the lights are not on

so we cling to the illusions,

the delusions

be it wrong

that we belong

to some sacred patriotic honorable creed

indeed

is that all it takes

for goodness sakes

the baby inside awakes

and is suffering

and hungry

the inane pain

will never go away

never wane

for you took a life

that was not yours,

but you gladly gave yours away

with some thoughtless act

of jealousy

patriotism

hate

wait

you did not even know the victim

as you followed your dictum

of the stupidity of non being

not seeing . . .

is that all it takes

and this duplication

of stupefied indoctrination

becomes a systemic epidemic

of the lack of “Self Love”

and understanding

Perhaps we should start demanding

get rid of the Video games

that teaches us to kill

at will

Life has no Reset Button

let us begin to see first our worth

on this earth

and there is no reset button for the divinity

you lost

no cross for you to bear

just a truth you fear

that your soul; has been

taken

stolen

broken

and now you think you’re rollin’

in your manhood

for you would be the one

behind those bars for life

wondering

questioning

was that all it took

yes

that’s all it takes

all it takes

is to play that same childhood game

“follow the leader”

but who is leading you

and your thoughts

and to what end

my friend

Patriotism ?

shit, the highest form of Patriotism is to me

and Humanity

for we

are all part

of one reality.

A bullet does not have feelings

or consciousness

but i do

for myself

and you

for i am so much more than this

ill – ness

will less – ness

to think less

and feel more

yes i am so much more

and i want so much more

so did my Son

the Sun of my Joy

My Boy

is Dead

for . . .

that’s all it takes

 

(c)  20 October 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.