The trail of tears revisited

My house is not a den of thieves! But for 40 pieces of silver you can_____________ I love your poetry, O. You hit hard, right where the truth hurts. ~A

Where is the belief in the heart, the joy of giving,any kindness even, costs. Here we donate to charities of sorts but only a small amount gets to where it is supposed to go and it lines the pockets of all churches. Look at the Vatican, full of gold and yet there is women, children etc on the steps getting shooed for begging. Great write and what you write of is disgusting. Well done. Love Lyz. XX

Didn't the Jesus gospel say something like .... lift a rock and you will find me feel the wind and I am with you ... sorry cannot quote it verbatum ... lol but will try and find the text and what its meant to say I know the catholic church doesnt recognise it but ... I found the read was peaceful full of hope and peace and love and that cannot be a bad thing gods in the earth the rain the wind we suffer each day for all our sins and in the fire of our pyre our sins are burnt absolving desire do not ask were that come from, I couldnt tell you awesome poem and evangelists are well? not my cup of tea lets say that ... love and higgest bugs Jayne x x

I won't elaborate on your magnificent poem! I'll just say that your presentation has been done, flawlessly! Excellent my dear friend, Sincerely, Hugo

Oh I am out of my depth here, but speaking of the American natives, just like the Mexicans and Guatemalans, all discriminated against, and stolen from for no good reason. Such is the devilment of man, the greed of man, his stupidity knows no bounds, not even religions can guide him as they, perhaps having grains of truth in them when initiated, are distorted into ugly statues of themselves that stand there to rot within our society, polluting all that is of worth and beautiful. Should I blush before you, or cry out hooray? Respectfully Ann

I will cry on cue, oh this I shall do! and please, of course,count me in on behalf of the nearly dead, zombies and hungry rabbits, cane toads for just rewards (or Mom's bittersweet rhubarb-apple pie) Ruminations! Oh, that these doe-eyed sentiments, (caught in God's good graces, heirs to the throne and MY cross-hairs) parliament (God save the queen!) and misconstrued tho always imbued with a certain sound--alacrity of purpose, exploration (was that exploitation?) of and by an alienation of the alien-ated by every alien-nation and you will send in $20.00 for a tiny square of the rag (I'll even accept money from a fag.) Oh, how I have suffered these tears just for you! Grandmothers you don't need to eat and you don't need your pills I am the word of God and only I can cure your ills. Signed, the woefully misbegotten (in the name of God) p.s. Major credit cards, checks and money orders are accepted, so is hard cold cash (preferably no coins). Don't forget the inheritance that might have gone to your unworthy children! p.p.s. And if you figured out what I said MORE POWER TO YOU. ~A

That is within the contest of the poem and within the context of this being edited. Puts full focus on the real issues...beautifully presented and I am glad you reposted as I missed this the first time round. I have a little experience of the cleaning of the land when I lived on the Arizona , mexican border sharing the lives with many locals who became good friends but the greed of organised religion is worldwide. A thought provoking write Seabhac