Archive for November, 2016

Water

Posted: November 27, 2016 in Uncategorized

for Standing Rock

Sunrise on the Cannonball River and the Oceti-Sakowin camp Standing Rock Sioux Reservation, photo by Thane Maxwell

Sunrise on the Cannonball River and the Oceti-Sakowin camp Standing Rock Sioux Reservation, photo by Thane Maxwell

-quenches my blood,
these bones,
in silent homily.

-bathes my heart,
this soul
in pure love.

-streams my eyes,
when facing water cannons,
or warrior fellowship,
or concussion grenades.

-has no interest
in criminal banks,
or corrupt police,
or politicians.

-struggles against
nothing but the moon,
the sun, the stars.

-blesses me in
compassion for
my very human condition.

-tidal waves my
muse in unlimited
support

of
Standing Rock.

by
Rod Carlos Rodriguez

Stormy sky over flooded lighthouse

 a lighthouse sings of liberty

Give me your
brown, your black, your rainbow,
all oppressed masses
yearning to shake free
the wretched yoke
of racism, discrimination,
teeming from shore to shore.
Send those racists, those homophobes
back to the bowels of hell
from whence they came,
banish them to tempest-tossed
seas, while I lift my lamp as
a welcome to all who
embrace equality beside
the golden arch of love
and freedom.

by
Rod Carlos Rodriguez

night-in-america

Night has plunged
my sky so terrifying,
fractured into infernos
of fear, dread so deep
my freedom shivers,
it waits for the chains,
again,
to scrape and bleed
my wrists raw,
my voice screams
even as white-hot
bullets tear through
vocal cords, to force
my silence, my compliance,

I will not.
I WILL NOT!

Silence was enforced
as manifest destiny
as Native People died
for gold, land, conquest.

Minds were colonized
as White-Man’s-Burden
to ensure the status quo
at the cost of culture,
of language.

Lives were lost
in Selma
by southern white devils
demanding racist-policies,
revenge against a King,
an X, a Chavez.

Night has plunged
my earth into sorrow
so full, the oceans
turn emerald, jade, olive,
in sweet aspiration,
we drown,
gasp for the reasons
this horrid jester
rapes us, kills us,
laughs at our folly.

We MUST light
this night,
dispel its death
upon the sky, the ground,
the air we all breathe.

Embrace dissent,
fracture the jester’s
smile, pour
the soul of justice
down its throat!

…fight.
…Fight!
FIGHT!

We will not be
silenced!

ever. again.

by
Rod Carlos Rodriguez