guising…

running door to door
like a swarm of angry bees
ignoring danger
children dash to collect treats
like a self-centered nation

political cost benefit analysis…

the child’s body
was neatly wedged
between
political agendas
breathing
was not possible
since
storm waters flooded
the lungs
with
each cry
for help
but
far away
from
island shores
muted
off-camera
debates
could be heard
save lives
or
rebuild resorts

forensic search for truth…

between
tomorrow’s words
and
what you’ve heard
lies
some
bits of truth
but like
humpty dumpty
what was
will never be
again

your voting resume…

a child
lies dead
drive-by shooting
not uncommon
in this part
of town
no need
for
stares
no need
for
prayers
it’s
just
the way it is
just
the way
it
is
a child
lies dead
a police shooting
not uncommon
in this part
of town
no need
for
stares
no need
for
prayers
it’s
just
the way it is
just
the way
it
is
a child
lies dead
some kind of drug-head
not uncommon
in this part
of town
no need
for
stares
no need
for
prayers
it’s
just
the way it is
just
the way
it
is
a child
lies dead
beaten by her pimp
not uncommon
in this part
of town
no need
for
stares
no need
for
prayers
it’s
just
the way it is
just
the way
it
is
a child
lies dead
no medical care
not uncommon
in this nation
now
no need
for
stares
no need
for
prayers
it’s
just
the way it is
just
the way
it
is

officer-involved shooting…

without restraint
the living
become
the dead
a pregnant mother
becomes
a police shooting
her children
become
orphans
without restraint
the orphans
become
the living dead
their mother’s
touch
a memory
wrapped
in tomorrow’s hate
and
tomorrow’s hate
grows
without
restraint