Coma

It happened so suddenly,
I died, maybe
I am not here, but my mother is
And strangers
with knowledge
that I am somewhere
Its speckled
My perception
Of my journey to heaven
or to hell
I must be going anywhere
Or am I nowhere.

Send in the Prophets

The concept of killing is simple.
When will we be allowed to move on from the 6 million Jews in Concentration Camps?
So that we can start about what the Jews are doing to Arabs in the Mediterrean and count them.

The concept of dying is simple,
When will a member of the USA power house visit rendition posts?
So that we can start making more realistic news about what is happening here on Earth and view them as we did when they snuffed Saddam from a hole?

The concept of lies is old,
People accept that no one, not anyone at all, can come into your house and burn, rape and rob.
So when will we say, no, there is no question, no excuses, no reasons why we are in the heat and dust of a desert, hustling people who dont even have a tap of water, why our kids are bullying Arabs, even after their oppressor was hanged.

Does this world need another prophet to come and talk of love and forgiveness and throwing first stones, before we begin to let the blood run in our brains and think for ourselves?
So that we dont have the blood of that prophet also on our hands.