for aztec gods…

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(CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license: Image Source Link

flags
like
aztec gods
demand
human sacrifice
all
combatants are
but
concubine
for the high priest
of
global wealth
these
warriors
wives
and
friends
are
offerings to the gods
human bodies
placed
upon the altar
of allegiance
hearts
ceremonially
removed
beating
hearts
held high
for the gods
to see
so the gods
can be
appeased
and
continue
our
way of life
just
as
centuries
before
and though
the codex
has change
all else
remains
the same

teaching on the city subcontinent…

teaching on the city subcontinent

legs crossed
on a park bench
the brown bag prophet
sat smiling
like
a downtown buddha
inviting passersby
to pause
and
partake
in a meal
of
rawbone words
offering
free lessons
on
freedom’s leeches
the political party
parasites
who promise
to
part the red sea
of reality
by stretching
their talons
over the waters
forming
walls of gullibility
revealing
a path
that they say
will lead us all
into that promised land
of
milk and honey
but
of course
for money
a small
tax-deductible donation
that
will either
contribute
to political success
or
to another
off-shore account
the prophet
then
asked folks
to join hands
and sing
that
old
political hymn
money
that’s what i want

i got my own…

i got my own

as i walked
through the park
i overheard
the brown prophet
addressing
a young well-to-do
tattooed
skateboarding youth
the brown bag prophet
said
don’t need your respect
turning
and
seeing me
he added
ain’t nobody
like
me
which
of course
makes
most folks
rather
happy
but
being unique
can either
give you a sense
of
isolation
and
loneliness
or
a sincere
appreciation
for
god’s
wisdom
during
the design phase
of
creation