two poems

Here are two poems, one from a black G.I., the other from a white poet fresh from his pen living in Berlin.

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"THE GREAT SATAN"

i'm in the city
where we try
not to die
i am puerto-rican, i am cuban,
its in my blood stream
possibly a part of me is chinese
my people and pain
they seem siamese
we cry on our knees
while these liberals
take actions what's uncivil
they thieves we fight
they wars in our homes
and take they scares
they slaughter entire civilizations
americas got a sadistic fascination
with blood spill
we must kill.
justify it with jesus
we just spreading his word
herds of children murdered
under their mothers
next to their brothers' brains.
souls strained and laid to the grains
we've been believing far so long
we hate why we praying
disseminating while trying to obtain
what we was ordained to gain
witnessing our dreams get slain
they say when the earth cries
we just call it the rain
hungry children barely living
just trying to maintain
born and murdered without first
having a name.

Quadlisha Cahir (black G.I.)

When your towers start crashing in,
don't you think you might be living in sin,
or, while you're choking on the smoke,
that the "faceless cowards" you invoke
are just as surgical as you,
have grounds for hate and are braver, too?
This is the healing holy war-
when might makes right, what's left fighting for?
Department of War, Defense, Peace-Keeping-
just keep on talking and keep on eating.
Your only religion is money and power.
Babble on, Babylon, scrape the skies with your towers.

Michael Chusid

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