America, You're Funny: Genocidal Streets, Flags and Money.

Imagine if Nazi flag was flown next to the government building in Germany and not on it. Or if there were Hitler's face on the Euro? How about Herman Goering street?

What would we think of Germany? What would we say to them and how would we judge them? We'd think they hadn't changed and we would think that clearly they hold the same terrible views if they continue to glorify those who conducted genocide. We would understand that these signs would tear into the hearts of the millions of survivors and into the memory into the millions of those whom they killed.

We condemn the Japanese for not teaching truth about the war and we condemn the Prime Minister for visiting the monument with names of their greatest killers. We know how we feel about insensitivity of others but how do we act?

So then why do we, in America, have Confederate flag waving in Carolina, the symbol of tyranny and slavery for 10% of this country.

Why are there streets like Kearny Mesa, named for a man who butchered most of the Native Americans in San Diego and why do we have Andrew Jackson on the most popular bill, the man who killed 16,000 women and children on a death march that would have made POW's in Japan cringe.

Why are we so concerned with the feelings of the racists, the killers and the ignorances.

Why, are we surprised when a man slaughtered nine people, most of them old and feeble, inside a black church, when we condone the naming and glorifying of killers in flags, streets and currency every single day?

To Write

To write a letter,
To pen a word
And leave it for posterity,
Is to dip the foot
Into the blue pond of immortality
It is to take the waterfall of knowledge
And distill it to the firehose
Of truth and wisdom
It is to take ideas' smoky haze
And give them life
As a fiery orange blaze.
To write
Is speak to millions
Across all generations
It is to take the past
And give it to the future.
To write
Is to be the present;
The hand off.
To write is to be the moment
Between a couple
As from their loin
Springs eternal life.
It is to give the future
A fighting chance
Against the pillages of nature
and of time.
To write,
Is godly;
To give the child
Chance to take control
To taste the fruit of knowledge
Of good and evil.
To write,
Is to give the possibility of heaven
To those inside the pit of hell.

To Read

to read a book
is to know a life.
it is to take the knowledge
of a human,
and to distill it into words.
it is to take the mind
          of one
who took-in the minds of thousands:
their thoughts, their worries,
their wisdom and their faults.
it is to take the imagination
and the past
of a generation.
it is to go from life of orphanhood
to one with countless parents.
to read,
is to know the world
and all who ever lived in it
to read, is human.
the printed letter is the line
between an animal
and man