The Poet’s Voice
I'm So Looking Forward
I'm so looking forward to following orders
As our wise and safe governor opens the borders
As restaurants reopen and we crowd all the bars
Laughing if tipsy at emotional scars
Oh, yes, what fun we'll have after all this time off
We'll dance and regale and ignore the odd cough
And another and another and another and another
Oh, look at the change in your very own mother
We're safe, we'll get tested, isn't that right?
Otherwise, how will I sleep at night?
Tourists are all over in the usual bad clothes
But some of them are funky and I'd swear one glows
And so it will spread like a smoke or a fog
Until it has all of us and every kitten and dog
While the President busies himself with the latest pardon
We'll know the pleasure feeling our mucous harden
And as we collapse one by one
Some will grab one last loaded gun
People kill people, so fine, whatever
May that last bullet sail true, sail clever
And middle-class albatross or heck, just the state
Will forever be known with the title "the late."
So, fellow Floridians, let Hope fool you deep
And may you enjoy that eternal dark sleep
With one or two nightmares added for scare
Like that ghoul Anita Bryant hawking Tupperware!
- Frederic Kahler
Peace and Justice
When will the hungry and poor, victims and prisoners be heard?
When will their voices, sounding hopeless and weak, not
Fall on deaf ears or stone cold hearts?
They resound through the ages on the wings of a dove,
In the murmur of the brook and the sigh of the breeze.
If you listen closely you’ll hear their cries
belonging to the ages and waiting to be heard.
Peace and Justice are our names and we are waiting to be heard. But, silently, silently you stand by and fail to speak our names out loud.
Sisters and brothers in anguish now,
blood being shed, tears flowing in pain.
If you hear their voices, what will you do?
For they belong to Jesus
Just like we do.
Jesus is the voice that cannot be denied.
The still small voice that
whispers in your heart.
If you listen closely you’ll hear him say:
“My sister, oh my brother
I am waiting to be heard.
For Peace and Justice are My names and I am waiting to hear Your voice. So, tenderly, tenderly speak my name and be my Love in the world today.
- Words and music, dedicated to the Holy Trinity, by Marilyn McCann