In honor of the Feb 11
protests against NSA spying on citizens, here is the poem “The
Spark” Please share this around
The
Spark
Hopeful
as a lighthouse beacon
On
a hurricane killer sea
Vengeful
like a Kansas tornado
On
an August night seethe
Powerful
as an earthquake
In
the city of Angels on mid-summers eve
Forever
too small
For
the big boys to see
Angry
as a rap riot
Pounding
out deeds
Sounds
like Led Zeppelin and Cinderella
Or
a Beethoven symphony
It’s
on the breath of old farmers, children, and artists on fire
It’s
in the passion of sailors just back from the sea
Tonight
it sleeps with you and I
In
spite of homeland security
Has
coffee every morning
With
code breakers hacking Windows XP
Stayed
with the Jews at Masada
And
the Lakota at Wounded Knee
Spends
a lot of time in intifada city
Where
it never dies
But
often is the last gasp of those who are free
It
can break the heavy chains of God
Keeps
dying men alive
Lets
blind men see
When
Uncle Sam has a policeman in every pocket
And
he shows us what to see on the wide screen TV
I’ll
still see the spark in you
And
you’ll still see the spark in me
Sometimes
it’s the only survivor
When
come packing the dogs of tyranny
Spark
is the light in the wise mans eye
When
he says ‘If I didn’t believe in love,
I
wouldn’t believe’
Dewey
Dirks
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