DIFFERENT MINDS
We perceive through different minds
You through your mind, I through mine.
We come from two different worlds
Yours, the city, Mine, the woods.
The snowy mountains I come from
Demand we help each other on
But from the cities you have come
Prepared to cut the throats of all
Because it is survival
In an overcrowded jungle.
So kindly let me go in peace
Before I prefer war to thee.
Among you, I feel trapped, not free.
Can I blame the government
For the things its' people did?
If I show no sympathy
I comfort not m enemy
Who has so deeply wounded me,
But from your presence I take leave
With nothing to repent or grieve.
Regine 1987
REIGN OF RUIN
"be of good courage'
Says the man in the Bible
But it is difficult to be
In an age of destruction
And killing machines.
Sleeping giants lay in wait
Inside Pentagonal gates
We the people start the day
With power to annihilate.
Do we think to be afraid?
No fear of what lies large, asleep
As "the enemy" is distant.
But leaders fall and leader rise
In wars the innocent do die
Who have no reason for the fight
Only to in peace survive.
Some wars were fought by righteous men
Some purely ego-manic bent
But always, always, in the end
Death, destruction, loss do reign.
Big countries swallow small ones up
And impose their will by force.
I am tired of their might
Those who can't think or read or write
Are empowered to decide
Against their own who live in plight
Caring not who lives or dies
Clandestine covert "ops" lies
Falsehood here is glorified
Freedom is repressed, denied
Common rubes dictate our lives
And pretend they have that right.
Violating Constitution Rights
They posture, pose, and threaten lives
The people's will is pushed aside
As they stand self-glorified
By the public are despised.
If the mirror of their soul
Could reveal to them the truth
They still would not accept fault,
But insist the mirror's wrong.
This is the thing that happens when
Lowly men get opulence.
But they are lowly just the same
The thugs they are inside remain.
I have remorse for just one thing-
I was not willing to kill them.
In my 60th year of life
My heart and soul now turned to ice
I pray for God
to end
This strife.
Regine, in the USA, 1987, rev. 2011
