Article 9 a.m.
At nine a.m. this group of twelve waits at Makuhari.
Inside the air-conditioned hall dust floats over chairs.
Speakers will again insist on peace within and everywhere.
A train leads to a monorail, but the ladies ask where are we?
They are asleep, in fear and rage, refusing to take part,
or mired in over-studying to avoid another day of hate.
But now, alone together, will they realize it’s not too late?
Or will green jealousies again arise to squelch their hearts?
The ladies who are of an age to have seen it all
arrive an hour early so they can sit on the front row.
On day one they waited in the rain, only to be told no.
So the main attractions repeated their words out on a grassy mall.
Multitudes flee guns these days, arms never solved a thing.
A new type of globalization erupts when witnesses testify.
A photo or two from Abu Graib is enough to expose the lies.
Aiden and Cora speak about what our actions could bring.
Youth is missing at this event, it’s enough to make you scream.
As the earth devolves into war over depleted food and oil
children play at computer games, knowing nothing of the soil.
Optimists persist: we teach, we sing, we hug, we dance, we dream.
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