Keep Your Eyes Off My Son Poem by Jim Schultz

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Keep Your Eyes Off My Son

Verse 1
Get your eyes off my son
I didn”t raise him for you
Not the wars that you start
Not the evils you do
Don”t give a damn bout your cause
I don”t care bout your plan
Just protecting my son from that old government man

Refrain
Cause I can see the black madness of your soul
I see my country”s children march in service of your goal
I see the nations burn
The horror you”ve begun
Your destiny
Our tragedy
But not my only son

Verse 2
See the power you hold
See the tyrants of old
Are you one and the same
Are you part of the mold
He won”t be bleeding for you
I”m not letting him go
Keep your eyes off my son cause he”s just startin” to grow

Refrain
Cause I can see the black madness of your soul
I see my country”s children march in service of your goal
I see the nations burn
The horror you”ve begun
Your destiny
Our tragedy
But not my only son

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The Great Poets by David Michael Jackson

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He tries to fathom the
supposed great poets,
supposed he says plainly
as his eyes droop,
boring he says as he tries again,
his eyes droop again
with all those who
must be taught
to be understood,
must be the bain of every student
in order to be great.
Oh Syphus!
Screw you and all the gods I do not know,
all the twisted verse I
disdain.
I scream to the winds
If you must explain it to me then
don’t
read it
to
me

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Fighting Poem by Wayne Jackson

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Even Then He Knew It

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Even then he knew it. Smashing his fist into that man’s face with all the force he could muster and the weight of the body, the movement of his arm, shoulder, feeling the cheek give way, knowing what it was to feel what some feel, when, at the moment they are helpless and know that they must kill.

He felt it too in his own one moment over something foolish said. With his beer only halfway to his mouth, he knew he would and he did. That man knew it too though possibly he never felt it, only the hints of it somewhere else where he had forgotton.

And as his arm moved, his hand, as he lost control, he saw the knowledge in that man’s eyes staring into his own as a mirror reflecting his own memory. He couldn’t stop himself. He was beyond that point. Both knew it. He swung again and again. That man bled. Someone grabbed him. He turned, swung unseeing, returned to that man, who, weaker and weaker tried to stop, now only with his eyes, and that is what stopped him as quickly as he had begun with his best friend yelling into his ear, “God damn it you fool! That’s your brother.”

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