free wine from false prophets…

Chalice1

flagrant lies and crimes
are summarily dismissed
by hate’s disciples
charlatans face no judgment
shielded by a nation’s myths
the key’s self interest
feed disciples their fears and
they willingly drink
whatever poisonous brew’s
placed in their chalice of self

the reign of witches…

campaign

it ain’t nothing new
a time tested recipe
drop into the pot
handfuls of fear salt with hate
stoke the fire with lots of lies
when it’s nice and hot
pass the brew around and watch 
as hatred takes hold
as mindless disciples drink
ignorance’s sacrament
now they only hear
the incantations you spew
willing to follow
and do your every command
without a moral compass
defying their own beliefs

 

 

some nasty scars…

malpractice

beneath the layers
of red white and blue fabric
are some serious wounds
that have not completely healed
and though they are kept concealed
they’re ever-present
oozing an infectious hate
into the bloodstream
of even those not yet born
part of their inheritance
an inheritance
of denied national crimes
covered over with
the fabric of myths and lies
revisions to history
protection rewrites
turning criminals into
national martyrs
while the true martyrs that died
are ignored cuz it’s bad press
the founding fathers
started this whole mess so it’s
not too surprising
scars are deeply embedded
into the nation’s body
what’s most upsetting
is it appears that gangrene’s
in the nation’s mind
those once thought to be insane
now are heralded as leaders
surely this maddness
is a harbinger of death
the death of freedom
and of all our aspirations
for a true democracy

 

 

mavors’ fables…

mavor's fables

tell me
no more stories
of
war
i don’t want
to
hear
about
acts of valor
on
the battlefield
or
families left behind
orphaned
by
political
and
corporate greed
no
don’t
tell me
another story
until
you can
raise
the dead

 

 

danish folktale in america…

Danish Folktale in America

the brown bag prophet
sat comfortably
underneath
an autumn colored
maple tree
reading
a summary
about
the attempted
january insurrection
when he giggled
i asked
what’s so funny
about
such criminal behavior
smiling
and
shrugging his shoulders
he said
who would have
ever
thought
that the story
of
the emperor’s new clothes
would become
an allegory
for a nation’s
political history

the back of the bus…

the back of the bus

welcome
have a seat
at
the rear
of
the bus
we’ve
designed it
so
it looks
just
like
the front
only
looking to
where
we’ve been
it even comes
with
its own
humanoid driver
fashioned
to look
like
lincoln
for we know
how much
your
people
admire him
even though
his motives
for
your emmancipation
were
less
egalitarian
than
you’ve
fantasized
however
that has
served us well
you
continue
to
blindly vote
for
our candidates
out of
allegiance to the past
and
we’d like for you
to
continue
so we
place
center stage
one or two
of
yours
on
every
campaign camera angle
remember
even if we limit
your voting rights
we
want you to stay
right

guess it doesn’t matter anymore…

guess it doesn't matter anymore...

once baptized
with time
all
previous crimes
are to be forgotten
offenses of morality
are
washed away
and
we are encouraged
to
forgive
forgiveness
society’s masquerade
the transubstantiation
of
immoral acts
into
the divine law
of
man
so
unjust deaths
from
prejudice
religious intolerance
and
corporate profit taking
are to be seen
as
purified
by
the passage of time
politicos say
we must
forget
transgressions
in order
to move forward
but
forgiveness
is impossible
when
standing
among
the graves
of those
who died
for
the illusion
of
justice

like the good old days…

field of dreams

ain’t nothing new
‘bout
the way
we’re treating vets
after
the
so-called
revolutionary war
our
first civil war
profiteers
thanked vets
by stealing
the land they had
defended
with
their lives
leaving them
penniless
and
homeless
been that way
with profiteers
every since
oh some
people have
stepped up
recently
to help
but
those corporations
and
individuals
who’ve really profited
from
their service
and
lives lost
haven’t done
a damn thing
‘cept to say
thank you for your service
and
congress
only does
what they’re
forced to do
so many vets
are right where
the first
patriot soldiers were
with
no place to sleep
no meals to eat
and
no meds to suppress
the nightmares
of
blood and body parts
all they get
is an overdose
of
police
those
desk jockeys
that didn’t see
combat
so
do keep
your sorry ass
thank you for your service
till some
real help
is offered

forever ago…

forever ago

the nation’s
first charters
crafted
by
the founding fathers
concealed
their intent
to build
an empire
like
that in britain
a matter of
pure greed
and greed’s
cancerous effects
though denied by historians
was evident
for
one
merely needed to count
the slaughtered bodies
that
history had disguised
as
acts of valor
by men
claiming that freedom
was
their reason for murder
so indigenous
women and children
were just
collateral damage
during
the nation’s founding
the fields of battle
a place of
scorched earth
and
rape
in liberty’s name
not your
usual concept
of
patriotic acts
of
valor
but crimes
of
hate and greed
which was
infused into
the nation’s fiber
but
the founders knew
that
few
would
want to die
for another’s greed
so
parables were created
to conceal
the truth
so war’s dead
could be wrapped
in flags
and
national fables