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We Need to
Talk
Coffeeshopchatter
Like bright birds bickering
We make nests of comfort zones
No more the murderer judging murders
Crows outside with black gun glasses
Inside, civilians chirp and chirrup
temporary autonomous zones-
a civil dialogue-in trust of choice
Of course-some choose cancer
Some cirrhosis of the liver
Some choose oblivion/destitution/
(Every murder is a suicide-
every judge a hanged man)
Daub these walls with art
some still call it graffiti
Sing these songs too loud-
Here comes the Noise Police!
Either we have our destiny in our own hands
or we are puppets and ventriloquist dummies
Sleeping sickness spells are cobweb broken
Eyes are open. Drop your weapons.
Pick up your sharp tongued pen again
and draw alternatives to prison poems
A room in which we all can live
Without walls or borders defining-
an openness of skies and seas and lands
a conference of birdsongs-
a gathering of wings.
© Thom the
World Poet JULY 18 2003
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