Deception

i deceive myself and live on.

i say

"the trucks should have reached

by now" and sip my soda;

"they might have saved some from

the rubble" and eat;

"maybe the strike missed the kids

today" and tuck my niece in;

"the enemy may have run out of

missiles tonight" and turn the ac up;

"sundays are off days for tyrants too,

right?" and stretch myself awake.

i deceive myself and 

live on.

they don't.

Rage

rage,

for you must.

not sorrow,

not tears,

not pity,

nor fear.

you must rage.

we will cry in secret, if we must,

with eyes, heavy, that

knock the gates of heaven.

but out there,

we will rage and deafen the tanks.

let the cacti spawn; in rage.

let the sea drown; in rage.

let the desert dawn; in rage.

those who die, will shroud in rage;

and those who birth, will suckle rage.

spill this life all you like,

you sow only your own demise.

this land shall age; and strive; and strike;

and rage; and rage; and rage; and rage.