a poem is a sermon
Who is it that makes up the rules
for peasants, leaders, sages, and fools,
who builds the narrow seats in schools
to educate a growing nation?
What hand dictates the right and wrong,
transcribes the loyal subjects’ songs?
Who peals the bells and sounds the gongs
for evolution of the nation?
Hello Mister America, you’re just in time for tea There’s no Kennedys or Rockefellors, so I guess it’s just you and me I’ve got soda crackers instead of crumpets, but I think you’ll agree We’ve got to watch the deficit ’cause sugar sure ain’t free Sit down, Mister America, I heard you weren’t feeling well […]
What fools would try to wrest a nation’s fate from tyranny imposed by those with wealth who presuppose as theirs the right to rule because none dare to meet them face-to-face, who in religion’s name defy what gods they claim to be the basis for their faith, who with one hand extend a palm of […]
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Watching the joyous celebrations by the people of Iraq, and the continuing news broadcasts hinting that demonstrators on both sides of the war and anti-war campaign might now be more or less inclined to comment, I began thinking about something. It is obvious to me that the people of Iraq are happy to be free […]
“There is a class that controls a country that is stupid and does not realize anything and never can. That is why we have this war.” — Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms © 2003 – 2025, John Litzenberg. All rights reserved.
It did not start with a single matchstrike, or bonfires blazing brightly in the night; it began with thinking they did not like the fact that they might not be in the right about everything; and so found kindling that could easily burn (at least catch fire); once the ready supply began dwindling they had […]