four shredded sheets…

four shreddded pages

nothing
left
of
the dream
cracks
in the rampart
have
let
truth’s darkness
overwhelm
the dim light
of
national myths
now
the broken 
sharp
edges
of
reality
protrude
into
each day
severing hope
from
well-tutored
promises

 

 

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

 

 

nonabrasive…

nonabrasive

you nod
your head
when
we speak
but
you don’t hear us
that
painful look
of
understanding
on
your face
won’t
be
your saving grace
it
just shows
that
how
we speak
makes you
believe
you know
something about us
fictitious facts
drawn
from all those
historical
stereotypes
but
you
don’t know
us
the subdued sounds
of
our voices
conceal much
and
only
reveal
what
we wish
to be seen
verbal
camouflage
masking out
the sound
of
a fuse
that’s
already
been
lit