A Marge Piercy Poem – Offered for Black Lives Matter

    The mouth of empire eats onward through the apple of all. Armies of brown men are roasted into coffee beans, are melted into chocolate, are pounded into copper. Their blood is refined into oil, black river oozing rainbows of affluence.   _________________________________________________________ Reading this poem, I immediately thought of Black Lives Matter, and…

Glimpses of Freedom

  It was in sixty-eight in France they wrote, “Beneath the cobblestones, the beach.” Across that time, another clime, it comes to us To teach the mystery of history, its reach From yesteryears to what appears today, on streets Where the hardy flower, freedom, breaks through stone.   We are not lone in this, longing…