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

 

 

providence…

child solitary soul confinement

it’s just a question
one that
keeps me awake
at
night
many
have asked
and
i suspect
many more
will ask
over
the centuries
to come
if there is indeed
a merciful god
why
isn’t there
divine intervention
to
protect
innocent children
from
the cruelty
of
mankind
oh
that free ticket
into
heaven’s a nice
consolation prize
but
wouldn’t it be better
to
give them
a chance
at
life

viewing point…

viewing point

each of
life’s
travellers
pauses
to survey
the path
that
they’ve travelled
some marvel
that
they’ve survived
the climb
through rough terrain
full of hazards
and
hostile actions
but
they quickly turn
and
continue on
others
tarry there
when they look back
numb
and
unable to relinquish
the view
since the journey
has been
so easy
and
full of lovely scenes
and
moments
they wish to relive
so
they stand there
looking back
for the rest
of
their existence
others
linger there
overwhelmed
by
their painful journey
unable to separate
yesterday’s pain
from
tomorrow’s promise
so
they lie down
exhausted
choosing
to die
where they are

fear #4…

hounds of hell

pledges
of
allegiance
in pursuit
of 
singularity
whether
it be
religious
political
or
social ideas
have created
the greatest
nightmare
for all
those
covenant words
transform
even
the lambs
of
god
into
the hounds
of
hell
willing
to shred
even
the flesh
of
their own
offsprings
to feed
the lust
of
intolerance