by The Living Theatre and
the people of Super Happy Fun Land, Texas
during the Know Your Rites Tour, August 2016
All In Together
Blood on stone
Blood on asphalt
Blood on dirt, grass
Shards of broken glass
Children in the meat grinder of
Poverty and greed
Death from above
Death from the cross fire
Two shores, Three, Four, more!
The Blood pours out the same
WAR WITHOUT END
WAR NO MORE
I HATE WAR
I WAS BORN IN WW2
I REMEMBER BOMBS FALLING
I HATE WAR
THERE IS NO NEED FOR WAR
IT’S THE WARS OF THE RICH
¡Patria Libre o Morir!
Gritan los revolucionarios
los niños no gritan...
the children don’t cry
the children will be silent
the playgrounds are silent
the schools are bombed
What is it good for?
WAR NOT GOOD FOR CHILDREN
NO MORE WAR
One gun pointed in every direction and one
in every mouth we eat ourselves inside out
and each other. Ugolino are his children to
prevent starving and was at the deep deep
of hell for. ever. we turn the soil
into a pile of bodies for nothing but
profit and create hell here. “plague plague
the starving legs that cannot dance the unexpressed
flesh eating itself - cancer. hide! shut up! turn
out the lights.” I am talking about
life & death.
NO, MY FATHER NEVER DIED -
IT WAS ONLY TORTURE IN A CRACKED OUT MIND
THOSE OPAL GREEN OCEAN EYES GONE,
BLOWN, TO THE ONE BRIDGE’S NAME
HE TELLS ME FROM WHICH HE WANTS TO JUMP.
WHRE IS THE HERE THAT YOU ARE NOT THERE?
MY HAZEL EYES PREY ON EVERY FRACTAL
OF YOUR ROTTING BODY TREE AND
TO JUST GROW.
I SIT WITH MY FATHER IN A CAR
SMELLING OF BLUE WHALES ROTTING ON DREDGED SAND
THE MAYOR BOUGHT WITH HURRICANE INSURANCE.
I WONDER WHEN THE FIRST DROP OF FATE
STRUCK THE SEA AND IF THE SERENE WHALES
BELOW CROSSED THE GULF CAUTIOUSLY,
BENEATH THE HEAVEN HUNG NOOSE
OF THE HURRICANE
WITH LOVE FROM ME,
Grace will find us.
We will find grace.
“It’s all within!” Mladys the Master says.
We are here.
We are strong NOW.
We are power NOW.
We are LOVED NOW.
We shall not hate our way towards love.
We shall not waste time.
We shall be persistent in our demolition
of those who seek to hook us by our
Bellies, tongues, and genitals,
We shall destroy what we thought it
meant to be human.
We are their divine children.
We are a sublime, infinite, man
of love and compassion.
bathing in blood
Seeing through the eyes of our ancestors
Genocide is when we kill our own kind.
Separation is an illusion. One death by murder is
self cannibalism. We are eating ourselves. We are
EATING OURSELVES and this greed is blinding
and profoundly stupid. Who in the history of
intelligence brought about peace through War?
From Texas to Ghana, Venus to Mars, sky to dirt,
the people, the animals, all of us feel the
rumble. We fear the rumble but embrace
the doom. Together we are the answer.
I remember when I LIVED AT PEACE.