threadbare…

threadbare

i wear
these moments
of despair
like
a well-tailored suit
no place
for dreams
bulging
with hope
just
room enough
for more
of those empty promises
like
we shall overcome
i see
the reflection
in my spit-polished shoes
of
another child
lying face down
on a city street
bleeding in
the same color blood
as the shooter
i loosen
my silk tie
for fear
it could become
a noose
a north
carolina noose
used
for hanging bodies
on
swing sets
i
find myself
humming bars
of
strange fruit
as
i move
into the darkness

merry minuet…

merry minuet

oh the tunes the same
though some of the words have changed
a world sing-along

world’s sad sing-along
conditions of death and hate
a repeating fate

feral children…

feral children

child of what god
wanders these streets
with only death
as a companion
abandoned by all mercies
now
descendants of fear
but
once they were held
so tenderly
in parents’ arms
tears could find no place
to fall within their small hearts
now
descendants of fear
death’s
unseen dark hand
has stolen love
and all their dreams
leaving them homeless
abandoned by all mercies
where
will they now find love
who’ll
take their hands
and wipe away
tears of sadness
offer hope’s prayers
answering child of what god

physician heal thy self…

armed and dangerous2

aunt bea
said
i just finished watching
one america news
perhaps it’s
just me
but
does it strike
you
as strange
that
the political party
that wants to cut funding
for healthcare
and
says
less government
is better
is wondering
why
more
wasn’t done
to stop ebola
and
if that ain’t enough
a state
where
being independent
is lauded
suddenly
has a governor
that can’t take
a leadership role
in preventing
the spread of disease
in his own state
and
then suggest
that he should be
president
of the whole nation
now there’s
a prescription
for disaster