Tip the Scale {5 of 5}

Caterpillar; A War Cry {5 of 5}

{i.e. get the caterpillars out of

Palestine,

out of Canada,

unless you are building together

a garden where the only accidental casualties are

caterpillars eating your cilantro.

We will together dance on their graves,

and harvest life

on their burial site.}

Silly poem:

   A war cry...

...Heaven is almost gone.

Grrrr... the Caterpillar

    grinds:

    built for mass destruction,

    a weapon well certified with a license -

    “safety first”

    their trainers will say -

    in order to

    to kill at will, and

    harvest life

    from a burial site.

"Is the road to heaven really paved with hell?"

Paving a road

    over a graveyard... 
    The souls

    of these children 
    {casualties of war} are
    stifled, unable to

    sprout up and bring

    life from death...
    Souls stifled
    in life, and 
    in death...
But of course, 

    their sins

    are revealed by the 

    impure skin 

    of their kin.

    Their sins 

    are sealed by the

    white man's skin

    tarred over the earth:

    a black, hard, lifeless, road.

The road 

    to heaven paved with 

    blackened gold...
    hell on earth.

    The converted 

    children's muffled cries

    scream beneath the green, beneath the black,   

    "Is the road to heaven really paved with hell?"

No life

    harvested from this 
    burial site.
    The converted
    consumers ask politely,
    "Caterpillar, please pave over the casualties,
    for the road to gold is paved... 
    thank goodness they were saved."

"Is the road to heaven really paved with hell?"

To destroy or not

    is not the question,

    but how much?
Do a jig

    for the soul

    of cilantro;

A rain dance with

    prayers to produce

    much more than what was taken
    by the killer in the mirror;

A sun dance for 
    silly poems
    to no longer be

    destroyed by seriousness;
A brave dance for 
    Caterpillars
    to be released from 
    captivity, and allowed 
    to blossom, 
    to beautify, and 
    to bring life 
    from this burial site.

"Is the road to heaven really paved with hell?"

Heaven is almost gone.

{not my photo}