The Graveyard

The Graveyard

by Matthew R. Holmes © 2016

Human sacrifice is alive and well In this civilized place I call hell

Pettiness and meanness are the rule In this, the kingdom of the fool

Compassion, depth, and sensitivity will be derided All thought weak and chided

All by those who know better But corporatism is their fetter

No individuals allowed Especially us loners: disavowed

Cultures go to die In the theoretical sky

Of intellect divorced from emotion Of words separate from motion

Of money separate from labor Of pride without honor

Reason without compassion and courage, honor and understanding Can unleash horrors unending

First the Bible then the gun Blind, stupid men think genocide is fun Where once there were millions of natives

Then almost none

Once hallowed landscapes are now cursed We shit on the sacred Peaks, to fill up their purse!

While corporate monotony Reigns in unfettered hegemony

Indigenous America is on the rise Standing up for Mother Earth and tribal rights Even white kids going native, what a surprise Only five hundred years of Christianity in their hindsights

The indigenous spirit is ancient and runs deep, is Giving, not taking Creating, not destroying, Loving, not hating

We are all indigenous to somewhere We are all children of earth

We kill life For profit and science and strife

We kill each other Our human brother Our human sister Our four-legged, flying, and swimming kin

And the creeping, crawling, and slithering din

We kill ants, birds, mice, wolves And think our problems solved

We bulldoze, gouge, and scrape We eradicate entire landscapes

Where are the wildflowers and wilderness? Will our great grandchildren even know what they missed?

It's better to live on a farm or in a forest than on the street Because you can't eat concrete

Instead of finding our niche We make everything our niche

We kill everything, we, the human mob We kill everything, and call it a job.