stuffing your mouth

I come from my Father's House.

this
is not my Home

lay down your forks and spoons and knives
and stop eating each other

cannibal kings,
is that your neighbor
in your mouth?

oh my goodness,
do you see in the mirror
her leg hanging out,
how you chew her up
and spit her out,
this piece of meat
you took
upon your plate?

who gave you the right
to take her?

whose property
has she become
that she not own herself,
and you
own the only property
you have domain over,
your own house?

yes, this is not your real home either

rest now

give your neighbors' back
their legs,
their freedom,
their life

let them walk freely
once more
to live
exactly as they do

the dictator resigns

it never changed anything anyway


the robin's flight,
the robin's song,
is


no matter what you ever say or do or think,
it has absolutely no effect on Love

Here
is Home

Security

Comfort

no need
at all...