The crowds are filling up Wall Street, Police arrive with clubs to blue The children as they walk their beat. The banks are blamed, and while their fault is true The ones who have misled us all just while

The sun shined slivers from its gold-orange Sphere, breaking through the trees as to avenge The makers of Stonehenge, tied to the sun And sun-made oaks, in cloaks that hands had spun, Ensuring purity with

In Athens, land of Athena, I see The most beautiful goddess is not here – The one I worship – sacred Anna – know I will return to you, don’t ever fear. My Aphrodite, you no longer live In Greece – how

Son, stand and be a man, responsible And virtuous and kind. You will not find A man of worth who’s listless, cold, and cruel, Who lives a life reptilian, not of mind. Don’t live an anesthetic life; embrace

The cattle stand upon the hill at night And moo the moon to milky white delight.

The fiat virus grows relentlessly To sicken, poison almost all the herd Until the herd itself is blamed -- the three Shall kill the herd, supporting the absurd. The fire shall sweep the countryside to

Shall I compare them to good poetry? The lines are most atrocious, bordering On adolescent ravings. Gallantry Is pissed upon by a limp phallic spring. They bravely condemn racism in the United States in

I cannot write about our Caesar – Napoleon, we’ve never had – We’ve lacked a Hitler, Stalin, Castro, And such a loss makes many sad. Democracy can never give us Great leaders such as these, and so We fight

The sunlight softly shined in through The breakfast window pane. The sliced Half grapefruit glistened in the light. And he began to drink the iced But barely cold tomato juice. And he began to tell his

In a caldera, ancient, the paint pot Contains, together, each of the four ancient Elements; the deep heat from very recent Magma-fire pushing air up through the hot Mixture of earth and water, thick mud

It took about three days for government To make it in to New Orleans. The flood From hurricane and weakened levies, blood Of people shot by criminals, have sent Out a diaspora of citizens To increase crime

We learned to hate the wealthy when The wealthy were all thieves And rulers with the strength to take Whatever they should please. The wealthy, when they gained their wealth From voluntary trade, Were

When freedom is lost in the land of the free Where will we all go who still wish to be free? This was the last stop for the ships of the free Who do not believe that their lunch should be free. The wannabe

HEF’S BUNNIES A Play in One Act by Troy Camplin Cast of Characters Ranger Rick: A park ranger. Ranger Peter: A park ranger. Karl: An animal rights activist. Kitty: An animal rights activist. Adolph: An

How can we know we need a guide When we do not know we are even lost? We disregard the signs that would direct Us back to the place we know and own, A home set in among a handful of trees, An open space

If we teach our children math by asking Them what color they think that it should be, If we graduate our high school students Functional illiterates unable Stringing words to made grammatically, If we

And then something arose in the space That is time and the one became two And the two became three and the three Became multitudes speaking the one To another so something'd arise In chemical complexity

Why must I be made to fail Because I fought for your success? Why should I be made to lose Because I wanted you to win? I brought you gifts more precious Than silver, gold, and rubies And your response

I weep in pity at your constant strife – Your body broken by the burning sun. You should not have to sweat away your life – You ought to know I see our lives as one. Your labor should be valued by far

If there are really many universes, As many physicists now claim, if there Are infinite universes out there – Then I exist an infinite number Of times and places, and so do my wife And baby daughter. In