Erik's Poem

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

I miss you, babe.

"Hey...that's you."

I saw a video in class that was very educational. The comment came almost instanly from a young man seated behind me. On the huge white screen we watched as a reporter spoke of what the government calls, "suspected terrorists" and, "risks to national security."

Veterans, people who own dissenting websites, young voters, people who outwardly speak of the horrors of empire, gun rights supporters, anyone with a Ron Paul sticker, a "Don't Tread On Me" flag and anyone who is openly against our empires illegal conflicts abroad.

Well...

That's me.

100% across the line.

And guess what? You only have to have one of these attributes to be labeled right along side me.