You Just Cant!
you cannot believe in God,
and continue to live in a way
that abuses the living,
that takes from those in need,
that turns its back on those hurting,
that uses people for profit!
that walks away from the hungry,
closes the door on the homeless,
that looks at diverse people
with prejudice...
that kills under any flag!
you just cant...
life itself is sacred!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Addiction (Voices Of The Dead)
addiction...
the whore that takes
the last gasp of soul's breath
from the broken and wounded...
the lie that erases memories
for just a moment,
and then whips the heart with them....
the car hurtling towards the cliff,
out of control with no brakes....
the voices of the dead
calling from the streets of hell!
the chain around your neck,
that only you can unlock!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Racism,2011
racism is the rich man's lash
on the poor man's back!
yea, it's hard down in the projects.
it's hard down on factory row too.
and it's hard out in them
fruit and vegetable picking fields!
it's hard in the unemployment line!
cant nobody pay the rent...
and the rich man keeps laughing,
selling us out for profit,
selling our souls and our dreams!
IT HAS TO STOP!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Whose Faces, Whose Souls?
stripping layers of burnt skin
from lifeless bodies...
digging shallow ditches with tractors.
smoke filled silent skies.
the screams of the dying
swallowed up unheard...
the gods turn their heads,
and the trees that wept
are now on fire....
the stench of emptiness...
glass broken on the sands.
who sent the planes?
who pulled the triggers?
whose faces, whose souls?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Freedom, Or Slavery!
what we face...
is the ignorance of the gun!
the censor's immoral judgements,
the greed that takes
at the expense of need.
the patriotic drunkenness
that justifies without thought.
the violent fear that brutalizes
different skin color, different views!
the stink of the power
that crushes the voices
of our own children....
the final choice....
freedom, or slavery!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mercy # 5
pray to God for a job,
work for milk, a loaf of bread.
trade your bodies for a tent,
leave your pride for the dead.
forget the things you were taught,
ball your fists and fight like hell.
just remember you were there,
when justice died and freedom fell!
and the hands on the clock
crawl like justice spurned.....
tick tock, tick tock,
mercy gives what mercy earns!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Social Consciousness.... (Face Of The Begger)
social consciousness...
baby, it's just breathing!
awareness of suffering,
the key to unlock the door.
compassion constant,
the universe revolves.
from birth unto death,
from death unto birth.
the face of the begger,
the face of god.
the hand you offer,
god's only hands.
the action of giving,
the heartbeat of freedom.
social consciousness,
the flesh of eternity!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Thoughts And Keys
we spend all of our lives
trying to get in touch with
the truth that's within us...
so why are we always calling
long distance?
are we more afraid of death,
or afraid of living?
is there really any difference?
do any of us really listen?
do we hear?
do we see?
if so, why are we so afraid?
the real battle is always within...
what happens without is the result!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hell.... Distance!
the true concept
of hell is... distance!
we burn the bridge
with fingers that grasp!
not knowing,
we will never be free at death,
unless we let go in this life!
when the sun rises at dawn,
there is light...
sadly, we spend most
of our mornings and evenings,
still waiting on the sun to rise!
distance...
the illusion of me and mine,
that falls short of, 'i am'!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Swear It Is!
it's the soul of God,
i swear it is!
hanging from the rafter,
just another kid.
abused for being different,
for daring to be!
the longing inside him,
the i inside me!
who are we to judge?
with our shadows and lies!
with every kid we lose,
our redemption dies!
the hate in the mirror
looks familiar as fear.
we dress false morality,
call the disease the cure!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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