My Mission

I will gather you

        From under their bridges

        From their prisons

        From their shelters

        From their electronic pillories

        And from their streets where you wander

               looking for warmth and for something to

               dull the pain and for a reason to live

        And you and you and you and I will

                become we.

Listen.

        I will disclose to you the three things that are 

                                 needed to

                break those fat pillars

               on which their huge and

                crushing edifice is built:

We must not swallow their shit.

We must not hide from out friends.

We must regale them with little disharmonies

                that slip into their minds like diminutive

                trojan horses full of fire-flies that are

                noticed too late to prevent their enlightenment.