Don’t Let Us Die by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Please

don’t let us die

we that are starving

in all corners of the world

 ..

we have our dreams

butterflies in the air

with a full tummy

before we sleep.

Don't Let Us Die

Bio-

Stephen Jarrell Williams writes and draws late into the night, watching out his window for the Coming Good Dawn.

I saw the Children by Stephen Jarrell Williams

I saw the children marching

a long protest march

against all that is wrong

and in their faces I saw us

a better us

doing so much more

and here they come

their laughter

and spirit

and strength

disarming

all the sad monsters of this world.

I Saw The Children

..

Bio-

Stephen Jarrell Williams writes and draws late into the night, watching out his window for the Coming Good Dawn.

Nothing but the Dead by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Nothing but the dead
Seemingly running our government

Their putrid breath of deceit
Whenever delivering a speech

Their eyes glazed and corkscrewed
With the darkness of their tombs

Expelling gas and dripping decay
Wherever the stiffs walk

And we elected them
Embalmed with our sweat and blood.

Fake News by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Today the world is at peace

no wars or talk of wars

borders forgotten

everyone has enough to eat

feasts are commonplace

homeless is just a remembrance

everyone has a coat and shoes

you can pick a roof to live beneath

doctors are free

jobs are plentiful

everyone has respect for others

there is no government

except Love.

Bio-
Not so long ago, Stephen Jarrell Williams was called by some, the Great Poet of Doom…  Now, he writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.

Night Squad by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Listening to their singing

Mothers and children getting ready for bed

Outlines of light behind their curtains

Drawn against this world of now

They are still hopeful their lives will be as before

 

We stand in our places protecting them

Our pretend weapons cold against our hot flesh

The night holding our voices still

Ready for the always possible attack

 

Wondering what we did wrong

To deserve the madness

Spreading across the good earth

Seemingly no words or ideas can stop

The sword and bullet and bomb.

 

Bio-
Not so long ago, Stephen Jarrell Williams was called by some, the Great Poet of Doom…  Now, he writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.

The Popcorn Machine by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Take some time before the end of the show

It’s ours while we have it

 

Look past all the talking heads

Dripping words from popcorn faces

 

Beware of the hot butter and spike of salt

Scent of the temporary theater

 

Everyone applauding

So exciting

 

Just don’t let the kernels get stuck

In your soul.

 

 

 

Bio-

Not so long ago, Stephen Jarrell Williams was called by some, the Great Poet of Doom…  Now, he writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.

The Pouring Out by Stephen Jarrell Williams

The pouring out of more political talk

Spattering upon our heads

 

Closing our eyes and bowing

Not in respect but a reflex of disbelief

 

Again our hopes beneath our feet

Stuck in the mud

 

Sloshing around in our own doing

Not knowing which way to go

 

Our land a muddy wilderness

Extending into the glow of the horizon

 

That horizon always beckoning

With the light of truth.

 

Bio-
Not so long ago, Stephen Jarrell Williams was called by some, the Great Poet of Doom…  Now, he writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.

The Children Are Listening by Stephen Jarrell Williams

The children are listening

To the mega media

 

And we are guilty

For every word

They hear

 

Every tease

Every twist

Every rape of the truth.

 

Bio-
Not so long ago, Stephen Jarrell Williams was called by some, the Great Poet of Doom…  Now, he writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.

I’ve been Arrested by Stephen Jarrell Williams

I’ve been arrested

For words too close to the coming truth

 

My accusers in their long robes

Heads with permanent scorn

Sitting high in their rootless chairs

Staring down at me in my handcuffs

My rags of defiant tears and blood clots

 

They demand I sign a statement of lies

 

I know they are filming me

Later twisting my voice and pics and purpose

 

Do not believe them

 

I pray this poem is unearthed

Someday from my unmarked grave.

 

Bio:
Not so long ago, Stephen Jarrell Williams was called by some, the Great Poet of Doom…  Now, he writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.

Firing Squad by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Morning sun spotlighting his face squinting into the rays

Accepting soon he will be done and up into the heavens

Or the last slap down and not remembering the end of everything

 

His hands tied behind his back and keeping himself rigid

Defiant and never a whimper for their satisfaction

They must know he’s innocent or do they not care

They are only fingertips to the triggers

 

Alone now he is the latest prisoner being filmed

For later use smearing him on the world’s news stations

While they eat their crackers and rice and chocolate pudding

 

He refuses the blindfold and stares straight into their eyes

They can blink but he will always be stuck in their memory

Returning in dreams and repeating over and over the message

Love is our only hope of continuance

 

Above and out of sight in the dawning light

The stars staring down at them

Taking aim

Just awaiting the Word

Ready to stuff out the last snip of arrogance

 

Those behind the soldiers

Hiding in their great towers… believing they control this world.

 

 

Bio-
Not so long ago, Stephen Jarrell Williams was called by some, the Great Poet of Doom…  Now, he writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.