My mother came to this country at age 8, when her father moved the family to find work. She had to leave her home and forsake her native speech. She taught me my ABC's in this language while watching Mr. Rogers and Sesame St., and although I am choosing NOT to have children of my own, the ones that I adopt will learn the same through symbols like these...

Ais for Adoption, for each and every boy and girl in need

even though it seems legal gaurdian angels only come to free

those who are spotless'n'clean, and under the age of 3

Ais for AGRICULTURE, which is Better than Cattle Deforrestation.

It takes 12 million metric tons of grain to feed 3 million metric tons of edible beef, take that same fuel and give it to human belly's,

you could feed 4 times the people

and prevent the slashing and burning of nearly %100 the forest.

Eis for Economics, Energy, and Evolution; Fail to see how these things relate and our Globe will choke on the Gaggles of Genomes we are Greedy enough to make.

HIndustrial Juggernauts Kill; there are 540 billionaires in existence,

that's double the number their was when i first wrote this poem! total their wealth, and you've got more money than the combined asset

of every other person across the globe.

Billionaires all colors, cultures, and skin tones

from the United Kingdom, Nigeria, Saudi Arabia, and New American Rome...

all blue blooded, white collared, with apathy colored eyes

now go back and hold onto I, I is important,

like conservation, contraceptives, recycling and research.

Lis not for Love of poetry or hip hop, it's for Logistics.

If the poplulation of this world doubles in size 70 times over the next 155 years, there will be no room for anyone to build, farm, or breathe.

That may not be enough to scare you into changing your daily routine,

but as for me, I am terrified.

NObserve, P is Petroleum plastics in practically every product and package,

but i ain't yet seen the protest slogan motto calling:

"bring home the troops-NO BLOOD FOR BOTTLED WATER!"

P is also for Police officers, who are overworked, underpaid, and under-trained;

If the only people applying at the police academy

are football players who weren't good enough to make it in college

and ex-military men with a propensity for violence,

then the only people holding guns in the name of the law will be...

football players who weren't good enough to play in college and ex-military men with a propensity for violence.

Qyour goods, who makes them, and how they are distributed.

You have a relationship with all of these things.

If some one, or some earth is being fucked over in the process

by which our goods get to us,

then WE are ultimately responsible for any harm done.

Ris for Responsible consumers - Separate their - Trash - Unfailingly, all paper, plastic and glass. V is for Vegan, and that's where it's at.

Wone of the following is a figment of your imagination:

a.) super man has X-ray vision.

Or is it

b.) diamonds are mined by black slaves in present day Africa, where servants are subjected to several layers of X-ray radiation every single day to just to make certain that no one is stealing...

5 years after the story broke in major u.s. media

without very many slam poets writing very many letters

to their legislators or editors

and Hip Hip and R&B have become some of the biggest investors

in this business venture keeping Africa indentured, sequestered and bleeding

Yand I can make a difference, by NOT purchasing slave diamonds

to symbolize our love and the ring of it's meaning.

They say that at poetry slams and protests we are preaching to the choir,

and that our real goal should be to reach the people outside this forum,

but we are not the choir.

WE ARE NOT THE FUCKING CHOIR.

I don't be believe that we are doing everything that we can.

I don't see us working as hard as possible.

Evolution has to move faster than this.

Zis not for Zion or Zacharria, it's for Zenith.

If you and I sacrifice our surplus

till everyone has food, medecine, and a bed then we can reach it.

Pictures of fields without fences... Shangri La...

and Jesus, Jesus in a bowl of germs (don't get scared dad...)

after all god loves this whole of worms,

but hates counting black sheep who refuse to follow the shepherd.

Who heard little lambs into slaughter?-LISTEN -

to the silence of the man's-LIFE-is a serial killer

far too complex to expose any logical pattern/ -

below saturn and mars there are stars dominating the tunnel vision of cast obstruction

and jesus might have been a biological weapon of mass destruction/

specifically designed to wipe out millions with vanity an pride, lab engineered and born,

advanced chemistry in a bowl of germs like hybrid corn,/

complete with hidden agenda beneath the surface lurking

and smirking under a crown of thorns./

The crucifixion was a hoax, a cruel joke shop poison rose bud,

emanating smoke screen and only begotten son soap suds,/

"Come and Wash Your Sins Away!", said the spider

to the flying rows of holy roman hope bugs.

Let's see if we can give noah's old flood a run for it's money

with the first drop of cold blood/ from the cross began a damned birth.

the contamination spread without aids hospital orderly's or cancer/

sticks, and stone moving angels, but no bones for artifacts or relics, just a vacant hole

on easter sunday and a note about his rising soul./

sounds pretty fishy; stand atop the mount and feed me loaves of bullshit

our last meal was a feast/ at a table headed by a lupine figure hiding in fleece./

no one ever thought to check jesus for the sign of the beast,

no one ever lifted his hair and looked beneath/

it was there on his neck, no one cared, or was even looking for proof.

WHAT!? you didn't expect joe and mare' to volunteer the truth,/

and judas did not hang from his own noose,

it was just made to look that way, Jesus Christ! he was a planned device,

schizophrenic double edged sword; prophet and antichrist;/

good but ultimately evil, with multiple people within shouting orders

leading the flock over the border

and through the woods into the land of honey milk and slaughter,/

selling water for wine in between black out gorges on swine,

eventually leading up to crusaders with torches in line,

all the way to Jerusalem from north of the Rhine,/

infected by motives that were all but divine,

and the same virus has still got the sons and daughters of time

on life support waiting for orders to die./

they struggle to stay afloat while their saviour keeps walking on by,

on top of the water kicking salt in their eyes./

it's all in the mind state, they're all still alive but planning their own wake,

waiting for the wave of an apocalypse that already came to break;/

FUCK ARMEGEDDON, life is heaven and hell,

the only fate is what we make.

the only fate is what we make fate is what we make,

fate is what we make, we make fate./

your essence was conceived and born to breathe in pictures of fields without fences...

it remains relatively unconcerned with this non existent god forsaken whole of worms,

natural selection has you headed for shangri-la;

don't settle for jesus in a bowl of germs

don't settle for allah, amon-ra, vishnu, or abraham in a bowl of germs

don't settle for anything less than universal respect

for every living creature that has breath/

in it's lungs and chest regardless of race, sex, preference,

or whatever the fuck it says in ancient text.