Jim Creston Poems
|6.||Two Poems Accepted By The International Magazine, Cuib-Nest-Nido!||4/5/2013|
|8.||This Week's Spread||9/21/2014|
|9.||Inside This Bar||11/3/2014|
|10.||Haiku: Priorities -new-||4/16/2015|
It's time to pick a new people.
I've seen yours,
who fence their neighbor hens,
and pick feathers from the rooster.
Your atrocities grow each day
while not calling them soldiers,
and labeling them as terrorists.
At early ages we
throw plastic hammers,
and gouge eyes with the arms of Barbie.
The blood of your people is spilled
and my culture colors it more
red than of any brother.
Your sheets on camera a brighter white,
and ambulances louder
than the plucked rooster with cut
beak cut, which can not feed.
Pinned in the crib, ...