just talk to the hand….

just talk to the hand

please
don’t say
those words
again
about
us
all getting along
because
we can’t
hell
even lovers
can’t
do that
so
why
do we pretend
that
the embedded
rebars
of
ignorance
and
hate
can be chiseled
from
centuries
of
layered
contrived history
each
previous
attempt
has been
paved over
with
more
hatred
and
fabricated
reasons
to
fear
others
that
are
not understood
nor
acknowledged
for
that matter
so
please
do not
bother me
with
can’t we
all
just
get along

 

 

playpens…

playpens

traditionally
a square shaped space
with
solid bars
resembling
a cage
no
flexibility
in
the range
of
movements
but
was excellent
at
teaching
the lesson
that
there was no way out
but
the old-fashioned
bar design
is
long gone
now
modern designs
provide
flexible walls
and
a clearer view
of
what’s beyond
the
horizon
thus
facilitating
the illusion
of
freedom
this sense
of
freedom
can be enhanced
by
a variety
of
extra features
added
to
this
stagnant environment
options
that are
entertaining
and
distracting
thus
heightening
the belief
that all things are possible
but
like
all social playpens
the function
remains
the same
to maintain
confinement
thereby
safety
for
the ruling class

 

 

dropping the ball…

dropping the ball

the old pastor
approached
the young man
after
hearing him
berate
a teenage parishioner
who
had 
dropped
a fly ball
spinning around
this novice
of
life
yelled
don’t tell me
how to coach
old man
smiling
the gray haired
parson
said
i wasn’t trying to
i was
hoping to
teach you
how
to think

border crossing…

wholesale deli life

normally
he would
have
ignored
the bodies
on the road
from
horseback
one
often
sees
such
dried out forms
along
the border
but
these
were smaller
than
usual
emaciated
hands
and
limbs
of
children
grasping
larger hands
that were
buried
in
the sand
hands
touching
each other
with
such a sense
of
belief
a belief
wanting
to
deny
that
death
could happen
in
this
promised land
of
freedom

a child’s play…

a child's play

let’s play a game
of
pretend
you pretend
with
a sincere stare
that you
truly care
about
the problems
of
others
their welfare
and
rights
to make
independent choices
under
the mantle
of
freedom
and as part
of
this dolos script
let’s
have you say
that race
and
social status
have nothing
to do
with
what you’ve proposed
say
you’re
merely
protecting
against voter fraud
and
only have justice
as
the center piece
of
your policies
oh
and let’s throw in
that
political ambition
and
power
are not
the stimuli
for
the actions
and
threats
that
you’ve made
those heavy handed measures
are
to defend
freedom
it’s
really
not
fascist
and i’ll pretend
that all you
say
and
do
isn’t
just about
you

invented justice…

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there can be no doubt
a marketing miracle
has been created
oppressors are now claiming
the oppressed are tyrants
so real oppressors
have used a bunch of new laws
designed to assure
that those who have been oppressed
remain bonded to their will
a simple process
using disinformation
as a legal veil
essential truth distorted
power is all that matters

voter suppression and women’s rights…

voter supprestion and women's rights...

when cornered
the
most docile
of
creatures
will
become
fierce
the smallest
and
the weakest
will
rise up
and
strike
with such
intensity
that
the
predator
is quickly
destroyed
a lesson
some
politicos
will
no doubt
soon
learn
for
the new
allegiance pledge
has become
when laws become
a tool
for
bondage
rebel
a lesson
taught
to
every
grade school child
in
this nation
from
our
forefathers

a dream we had…

a dream we had...

for a brief
moment in time
we believed
the
dream
could come true
that
our words
could save lives
and
change
the course
of history
but
after all these years
we are still
counting bodies
from
war
and
seeing
women
denied
the rights
to
their own bodies
love
one another
is still
really
just
the lyrics
of
a song
sang
by
a few folks
sipping martinis
at
the club house
a sentimental relic
of
college days
days
when
some of us
watched
our friends
being dragged off
by
the police
some
never
the same person
once returned
from
captivity
some souls
are
perishable
war
rape
and
police batons
can do that they say
just as bullets
can end
life
and when
the white sheets
are replaced
by
dark uniforms
of
blue
or
black
the murders
are
made justifiable
lynchings
without
ropes
nothing has changed
but once
we had
dreams

 

 

all ye little children…

all ye little children

lungs
filled with drops
of
death
children
drowned
in
others’ ignorance
babes
that couldn’t swim
in
the strong currents
of
political ambition
where
swift waters
of
self-obsession
pull
the innocent
into
the undertow
of
unofficial
campaign rhetoric
but
grave side mourners
should be
comforted
the dead
will be offered
prayers
from
their assassins
offered up
in
a voice
as
familiar
as
any traitor
of
life

resolute…

facing self...

you’re hell bent
on
ignorance
unwavering
in
your pursuit
of
dominance
over
anyone
in order
to
conceal
the paltry state
of
your existence
each slur
from
your lips
reveals
your fears
and
that
you have
and
are
nothing