selfish compassion…

how to manage children with challenging behaviors

people
burned alive
then
hung from trees
no compassionate
words heard
just
mumbled words
that’d learn yah
children
murdered on the street
by those
charged to protect
no
compassionate
words heard
just spiteful hisses
that’d
learn yah
children left
at the border
orphaned
by
procedures
dying of desperation
no compassionate words heard
just a lullaby dirge
that’d learn yah
that’d learn yah
oh but when
antivaxxers pleaded
for hospital beds
denying others
critical healthcare
we’re told
to show
moral compassion
a nation
practicing
selective compassion
perhaps we should say
that’d learn yah

heritage of violence…

heritage of violence

they’re disregarded
the graves of the forgotten
crimes buried deep and
over grown with denial
transgressions never atoned
america’s history

jurisprudence…

jurisprudence

many laws have been
for the protection of crime
just check the authors
embezzlers and slave traders
a motley crew of swindlers
rebranded as patriots

 

 

eulogies…

eulogies

words
offered
before
burials
or
the hearts
have
stopped
beating
words
on
any
other occasions
might
have raised
the dead
like
the widow’s son
at
nain
but
these words
with
angelic tones
are
political sound bites 
that
echo
through polished
marble hallways
hallways
that are
the only
grave markers
and
eulogies
these homeless
will
ever have
such
concerned words
just
dry leaves
crushed
beneath
the feet of inhumanity
dust
without life
or
life giving
mere moments
of
fleeting guilt
insincere regrets
for
inaction
offered
before the graves
are
dug
or
the bodies
are
even cold

herd immunity…

herd immunity2

a democracy
fed
a steady diet
of
misinformation
soon
becomes immune
to
the truth
the guilty
are
found innocent
the cruel
are
given the rule
and
the virus
of
fascism
soon
invades
the entire body
of
the nation

 

 

patient contempt…

patient contempt...

i know what you think
when you see me on your street
those myths about me
those names you’ve always called me
but know i’m a survivor 

 

 

ball and chain…

scavengers of young souls

the game was always
to get inside of your head
turn myths into doubts
self imposed limitations 
stronger than the chains they forged

 

 

there will always be ants….

there will always be ants

when
i was a child
i
would watch
the ants
diligently
going about their chores
sort
of
a walt disney
plot
where the grasshopper
is eventually
left to winter’s cold
because
of ignoring
the planning process
but
as i
got older
i realized
that
we’re
the ants
working
for
the grasshopper
who’s
stealing
everything
we
attempt
to store

devil’s gut…

devil's gut

once
a vibrant nation
now
a host
for
aggressive
parasitic personas
that
devour
the
salutary substance
of
freedom
creeping
and
strangling
until
freedom’s
death
leaving
hollow
promises
for
our children

 

 

bicameral…

bicameral

deserted chambers
the walls destroyed from within
believe in nothing
for traitors are everywhere
they’ll say some comforting words
while stealing your life’s freedom