POETRY FOR PEACE

Joni asked for this poem to be posted on the blog.
Inspiring!!!
I trust that it will be OK for the poet to have it posted.
peace,
Valerie

"Wish List"
--Lori Perdue

I want to have a poet's uprising on the White House lawn.

I want to have heartfelt, sometimes tearful talks with people that care
about human rights.

I mourn for America still.

I want to listen to people who don't think World Peace is a radical idea.

I want to learn how to return this country to the roots of respectability.

I want Dick, George and Donald to face their Butcher's Bill.

I want to march in the streets of D.C. and raise my voice with others
putting out the call.

I want to stomp my feet demanding peace and have the vibrations soak into
the soil of the National Mall.

I want to stop bitching about the Mainstream Media and lead others to
abandon it, replace it with truth. Render its sales techniques obsolete.
Because my red white and blue, freedom-loving, All-American soul is not a
part of any marketable demographic.

I defy definition and I want to combat the popular opinion

That any Grassroots movement in America is either quaint or run by a bunch
of hippies.

I want to help my people realize that Global Catastrophe, in whatever form
it takes.

Pandemic Illness, Nuclear Winter, Global Warming or Massive Meteor Strike
(which to be honest, would be my personal choice for it's brainless and
blameless instantaneous decimation of life.) .

None can be considered quaint nor do you have to be high to see that it's
high time we did something about the three preventable possibilities of the
Earth's demise.

I want all the votes to count.

I want our Senators and Representatives to take a walk up the Hill and act
on behalf of the People.

I want our Justices to take the Bench and uphold the Rule of Law.

And I want every single American who has taken an oath to protect and defend

the Constitution of the United States to actually do so.

But I'd settle right now for rhyme making a way for reason.

And there's probably a contingent out there that would accuse me of treason,

but.

I want to have a Poet's Uprising on the White House Lawn.

I want peace poets, past their anger, to infuse the positive and reinforce
reason with flowing prose like the winds of change.

I want academic poets to remind us of the past and the dangers of it's
repetition; Repetition of the facts from every angle like acid rain.

A Poet's Uprising on the White House Lawn.

I want hip-hop wordsmiths to spit phrases crying out against all -Isms,
resurrecting the resistance that faced fire hoses.

I want slam Poets hurling free verse, solid, like Anarchist bricks through
Starbucks windows.

I want Sonnets flung like service medals from the hands of veterans trying
to spare the soldiers of tomorrow.

A Poet's Uprising on the White House Lawn.

I want rapid-fire couplets filled with apple pie anguish.

And tortured triplets soaked in yellow ribbon tears.

I want silky quatrains whispering how we can change this.

And gritty limericks like sand in the war machine's gears.

I want a Haiku that can restore Democracy in 17 syllables.

I want a Poet's Uprising on the White House lawn.

I want the Poets who refused Laura's invitation

To read - as an act of demonstration -

Something they have written in the last five years.

A Poet's Uprising on the White House lawn.

Stanzas excising Spin from Law.

A Poet's Uprising

Freedom of Speech without fear.

A Poet's Uprising

Because Truth and Poetry

Belong in the People's ears.