Poem: Good News

Do you hear their cries lord
As they raise them to you

Your name and your mothers name
The Holy Spirit and father
On their lips calling out
From cages where they sit alone
No mother
No father

Only you

Poem: Oppression

Insidious undercurrents still run deep
Like hate filled tendrils wrapped tight
Around the heart of men believing
That there vision is the only one
That truly matters in the collection
Of voices that arise in opposition