Sermonical Roots

this is some slam. try asking someone to read it aloud to you, it flows better that way.

There’s something about the irony
In every decision we make as a race
That makes me have pity and laugh at myself.
We yell and fight about the things we love
And don’t even speak of
What we may hate. We’ve become so
Personal with our televisions and computers
That we give then nicknames like TVs, tubes,
And PCs. We’ve become so intimate with our pornography that we have a nickname for it too.
We’ve begun saving food so long
That we
Give it freezer burn and just give up on it.
We’ve begun sending letters to kids in boxes in
Africa because our government
Is too busy stealing oil from the Middle East to see.
Our favorite games are Alien Blaster and
Simple “WAR” on our X-boxes which it seems
No one is without.
The libraries we build have to have coffee
Houses and computers in them before we’ll
Go in the electronic doors that open before we
Even come to them. The leaders
You elected are sending my brothers,
My cousins, her husband far away to kill
People who are so close to death already
Through hunger that it is pointless.
Your religion has become the basis of my
Life- your beliefs have given me my
Foundation—
But now it is time to let us
Explore, give our world: this not so perfect sphere:
A chance to live; away from the nicknames we give to
Our electrical appliances- away from our x-boxes,
Fermented grapes, power of cheese, automatic
Doors, and Kool-Aid
-- Please--
Help me- help yourselves… we all need help

I want to go read a book in a library without
Needing caffeine to keep me awake, without the
Internet to find out the book no longer
Exists, without the cool, flashing lights to keep
Me interested.
I want my brothers back from war
I want my friendships that I lost because of religious disagreements to have never gone.
I want people to realize that the atmosphere
Surrounding our tiny, insignificant rock, is
Not really a perfect sphere, but mountainous
And cavernous like our individual personalities
Should be…
I want my old world back- the one that was
Equal, abundant, and the one that was flat—
I want to hear a sermon that makes me think.
I want that.
I need my senator to hear my problems
Maybe discuss some solutions
For the unexplainable ways our schools
Have just misplaced the money for funding.
I need to have a heart-to-heart with
J. Edgar Hoover, maybe he could solve this
Mystery of who did run over the Taco Bell dog?
I mean, we never see him anymore and I’d like
To talk to the guy
Thank him, maybe…
Above all- what I need is to
Find my flame… what inspires me to
Say what I say
And ask my flame a few questions from
“Why is cheese so powerful?”
to
“Why are people so ignorant?”
I want a better solution
I need a better world.
Visualize world peace- for me and
Say something loud…
Then just let it be.