There are more slaves today than ever before in history. 27 million men, women, and children are enslaved right now.
Tonight
My little mouth learned to say “thank you” and “please.”
Her little mouth learns to make bargains and pleas.
My daddy showed me magic tricks.
Her daddy tells her to turn tricks.
My little heart was taught the book of John
Her little heart is tore up the by johns.
I complained about doing my chores.
She had no choice in becoming a whore.
My little soul dreams big dreams.
Her little soul dreamed big dreams.
My daddy chased away the monsters at night.
Her daddy will bring the monsters tonight.
Grown Up Games
Red light…exploitation, enslavement…
Green light… recycle, conserve,
Red light…forget, ignore…Green light….
Go green, save more…
Red light
district tonight
Two for the price of one
won like a prize,
buy one get one free,
freedom is not free,
one by one
we will set them – green fright…global warming,
Green fight…Go back to where you started
paper or plastic,
green light…fight for the rainforest
you’ve never seen, red fight. Stop.
You won’t fight for the slave you’ve never seen.
Red light…stop. Start over.
What good is a globe full of green
if it’s empty of souls free to live in it? Green light.
Go.
Commercial Break
12 year old joey: $24
One hour with 7 year old lyn and 6 year old anne: $6.00
One month’s “pay”: $3.00
Stealing someone’s soul: priceless
There are some things money can’t buy, for everything else there’s slavery.
Ak-47
His death is my birthday,
the gun powder—my candles.
My camo is my blankie,
and the clamor of war—my lullaby.
No man’s land is my playground,
and the front line—my classroom.
The memory of abandonment is my nursery rhymeand the trigger—my pacifier.
Compulsively I cradlethe mortal metal.
Shoving my tantrum shut,
like the replacing of the instinctual suckle
with a plastic nipple.
You don’t need a mother’s breast,
when you have lead strapped to your chest.
Prayer of an Abolitionist
Lord You have called me from my restless slumber.
Said to me “Wake up O sleeper,”
and rescued me from my vain pursuits.
You have brought my rose colored glasses full bloom
as broken kaleidoscope petals
expose the paling colorsof my peripheral views.
No longer can I proclaim empty promises
fueled by emotion and arrogance.
Tonight
My little mouth learned to say “thank you” and “please.”
Her little mouth learns to make bargains and pleas.
My daddy showed me magic tricks.
Her daddy tells her to turn tricks.
My little heart was taught the book of John
Her little heart is tore up the by johns.
I complained about doing my chores.
She had no choice in becoming a whore.
My little soul dreams big dreams.
Her little soul dreamed big dreams.
My daddy chased away the monsters at night.
Her daddy will bring the monsters tonight.
Grown Up Games
Red light…exploitation, enslavement…
Green light… recycle, conserve,
Red light…forget, ignore…Green light….
Go green, save more…
Red light
district tonight
Two for the price of one
won like a prize,
buy one get one free,
freedom is not free,
one by one
we will set them – green fright…global warming,
Green fight…Go back to where you started
paper or plastic,
green light…fight for the rainforest
you’ve never seen, red fight. Stop.
You won’t fight for the slave you’ve never seen.
Red light…stop. Start over.
What good is a globe full of green
if it’s empty of souls free to live in it? Green light.
Go.
Commercial Break
12 year old joey: $24
One hour with 7 year old lyn and 6 year old anne: $6.00
One month’s “pay”: $3.00
Stealing someone’s soul: priceless
There are some things money can’t buy, for everything else there’s slavery.
Ak-47
His death is my birthday,
the gun powder—my candles.
My camo is my blankie,
and the clamor of war—my lullaby.
No man’s land is my playground,
and the front line—my classroom.
The memory of abandonment is my nursery rhymeand the trigger—my pacifier.
Compulsively I cradlethe mortal metal.
Shoving my tantrum shut,
like the replacing of the instinctual suckle
with a plastic nipple.
You don’t need a mother’s breast,
when you have lead strapped to your chest.
Prayer of an Abolitionist
Lord You have called me from my restless slumber.
Said to me “Wake up O sleeper,”
and rescued me from my vain pursuits.
You have brought my rose colored glasses full bloom
as broken kaleidoscope petals
expose the paling colorsof my peripheral views.
No longer can I proclaim empty promises
fueled by emotion and arrogance.
“Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to
look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being
polluted by the world”
Where are the widows, where are the orphans,
Have I not 27,000,000 reasons to wash off
the soot of comfort and grease of ignorance?
Have I not 27,000,000 hauntings of souls
left in a pit of darkness
waiting for your soldiers to rescue them?
God protect this passion, this pursuit, this purpose
from the calming negotiations of the church
from the media’s subtle fade from fight to fad.
We will break the chains of the captives,
bind up the
broken hearted,
and proclaim freedom to the enslaved.
Give me strength,
give them hope,
show me where,
show me how,
tell them now,
tell them we are coming.
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