the silver white mailed steeds galloped far and fast and leaped

their heaven's celestial royal riders jumped across the wide,

the moat of human flesh and blood

no one partook to stop and listen or to look, 'cept few

engrossed in selves, heads bowed down to mud forlorn

while rejection's dust flakes' fell on dirty snow, melted mud

fallen, falling from high above, earth's high polluted skies

below angry spent, human cries echo off the sides of mountains

who far distant sigh and weep for humanity against humanity

falling, crying for those trapped against borders' territory

boundaries caught, trapped within, squeezing therein

between each place the meek they run, scared dread

cannot outgun the heartless ones

no room to cross from side to the other,

they crave common human need simple sanctuary, all so simple,

walls of faces turned away, stern though childrens' mothers weep

border camps tents in mud, routes shut down

southeast europe migrants flow, stopped by EU decree

in midst of heavy rain travail, mothers wail

refugees desperate swarm, countries' wars do flee

in camps of sodden weariness' mess, awful stress,

broken bones and teeth, shiver's cold souls' duress

amassed of late, plight repeat and played again

across our media screens our conscience screams

crowded greek border camps or middle east

any hemisphere where humans dwell

seek of refuge from storm's rise of genocide

across the world lands a red horse rider rides

not so gallant as the the lone chinese figure walks

Ai WeiWei purveyor surveyor messenger of God,

beholds squalid sea of nylon canvas domes,

victims' hungry eyes of glass he sees

arms crossed, solemn care, speechless

indignation quiet, wise lines his head and face

expression flows, silently earth and heaven move

spirit voices shout and join the mountains and creation

ear splitting shouts heard in spirit kingdom, "how long oh Lord?"

is there no solemn woe among us for those

and with compassion prayer move

together in tune with the God and his watchers?

their silent cries muffled within thin fabric shells' walls

i can hear across the universe and in my life's quarters too

yells up cry, toward heaven sweep,

while we in cozy's warm do sleep

how many walls are there to build?

vague lessons learned or none

from Berlin's fallen one

more planned barricade walls to erect

by force of weapon, concrete or steel

crush human flesh and bone designed

enshrined akin to mexico's rusting one

far be it restored to gleaming steel,

perhaps one day nonetheless

he walks on, like silent, unseen earthen angel,

his arms folded weak, yet conviction strong

valient, little known hero human

his face in wry stare, indignant quiet observes

intimidates convicts the greedy

though powerless in flesh he does record uphold

in silent mind soul's testimony

before witness of man and God

stands alone and represents

all of those and some who in the least, compassion feel,

do yield before to heaven's gate

recorded in His book 'til the day appointed

his eternal wise omniscience' plan of reckoning

above the plans and rule of man

when all thought be weighed and measured

by his holy court of law

above the earth, world's face

when men and angels holy made

will judge and speak for trodden outcasts' behalf

for you and me forsaken rejected, maligned assigned for now

we'll sing another song, as real as life and death now is

a place as yet to come, shall be

a testimony that He cares, does listen,

though now, for just a little while in his shadow wait

our measure is by frail transitory minds', patience weak

due suffering formidable, life upon this rocky orb in lonely space

we are like spring grass here and now,

gone tomorrow in summer's sun

in time's short grip in fallen curse upon this age on earth

we live with death, we wait to blow away

in the wind our time is short, like the refugees

we are only here for a little while

before death's door, if not taken in instant's snuff

when conscious mind be blown out comes

when like a candle or a switch lights be put out,

will we not see and act and be there for the refugees

before each our end, some might or will see

his truth and love justified

when and what man is always powerless to fix

to overcome resentment and chains of pout

tomorrow comes for everyone

though He does not answer unless you listen

he is creator God, fully omnipotent and one

he will recompense those who make room at the inn

whether in their heart of prayers' spirit 

or in deed

hit the internet news

another day's end, no surprise

out of habit, laid back's peruse

what a ruse

it doesn't end, doesn't stop 

the heyday hellday no holiday 

from the dawn of time since the fall

of mankind's war to this day

another day of play

war at home, in the family, in the heart

'til death do us part

war in towns no matter hemisphere

in the cities no matter latitude longitude

all earth creatures warlike attitude

across lone territories though out all nations

in the heart, in the mind and soul of man

what will it take to exorcise?

every creature wars on earth

insects, birds, mammals, fish

fight to kill and sport and eat

but man fights wars against self friend and foe

for other reasons, some are known

and some no one knows 

quite how to stop

the biggest war is for riches untold

until there's nothing left 

but the dead of war

if i could ask the earth, 

if it could talk

it is after all a living organism itself

it breathes with air and heaves with tectonic plates

upon its face along with waters salt and fresh

supports all manner of sweet living things on her back

mother earth, appropriate name for this gorgeous sphere

apple of God's eye and mine

if i could ask mother earth, 

if she would talk

in human language plain

to hear what she would understand,

"what is it you feel?"

she, i'm sure would groan

as she does each time from time to time

besides her quakes and weather wild,

a nuclear punch, a uranium bomb and other sorts 

of vile violent weapons against her own

children, human, or animal killed, or murdered maimed

or stained with hateful senseless hurt

of war political religious or just plain hate

she would groan as does all creation, 

at the evil deeds of man led by greed

and other vile ones . . .

to feel the need to raze conscience unfazed,

rain forests to the ground with no second glance

poisoned tainted radiation leaks 

ground, underground, air, water's streams and oceans wide

smoke and ashes and dirt and desolation

like the surface of the moon

children of man inheritors that come

another world war the third how soon?

mother earth, she spins and revolves in splendor's beauty

clothed in frothing silken waves of white and foam

she moves with grace of clouds that veil her beauty

face of blue and white golden tans of brown and beige

green velvet forms of waving plains and forest hues

her sphere of form of arc and orb,

oh, so precious painted eye in black of space 

turquoise blue of every hue

i'm sorry Mom for what's being done

cover the murdered innocents in san bernadino with

lupine purple lavender brilliant on this mountain slope

cover them with cold sweet alpine needles' green sweet smell

shine upon their still grey faces with this platinum southern sun touching distant sleeping mountain peaks

cover their terrified screams

with this low rumbling water fall

cleanse their still bodies with this pristine waters' spray

their heads, their fallen bodies riddled with

those cold iron coward’s bullets

lay them upon moss soft ’n sweet

cover their warm bodies' memory with ferns' velvet leaves

cover their blood pooled hair ’n keep it clean

lay these needles of noble pine's wreath

upon the downy humus ground over their bodies safe,

forever far from those cold black psycho cached minds

diabolos' agents’ destined cast into eternal fire’s lake

through the patient wait of night ’til eternal day’s dawn

shelter them with our invisible, ethereal kisses

blessed heaven's victory over death

our exhaled patient prayers wait

coming final redemption’s promise

count on it by thoughts of loves' triumph over hate

civilization's golden liberty’s arm

standing fast in their memory

Oil and water have not reconciled

since the dawn of chemistry's birth

neither can, nor will

so too is true

of those that do violence

and live by the sword

they will die by the same means

the Paris Event

indescriminate violence

against the unsuspecting innocent

who simply want to do their business

of living

who want to enjoy Life

who want to live and let live

who bless the world with their love

of humanity

those that live by violence and

worship its means

to an end

of their sinister,

anti-humanity goal

murder of humanity

will not, can never

justify, reconcile,

their horrific actions

with those of the civilized world

the rule of law

benevolent

freedom

or

the rule of law

marshall

totalitarianism

"free democracies

or free KGB"

Gandhi, King, Jesus and

many others like you and me

know that

love and hate can never mix

hate can never reconcile,

only love's persuasion

of hate

maybe

love can mix where there is hate

God is real

he is spirit

he is love

"Love thy neighbor as thyself"

in memory of those

for those who were murdered in Paris

my condolences to

their families, friends

and those worldwide

who believe that love

and only love

can bridge differences