they bleed don’t they…

 

all your rhetoric
can’t change one obvious fact
you’ve abused children
so go ahead and quote laws
ain’t gonna change a damn thing

 

unable…

 

through
the glass plate
they
could see
on
the television
how
the world
came together
to
save
those children
trapped
in a cave
in
thailand
how
joyous
it was when
they
were freed
and
on their way
to be
reunited
with their parents
and
they wonder
when
and
if
the world
would
help them
reunite
with
their children
trapped
in the dark
border caves
of
america’s
racism
a nation
drowning
in
its own
fears

 

must cancel my appointment…

 

sorry sir
ain’t got nothing
in
the bag
no wool
from
sheep
nor
anything else
to make
you
rich
from
my
labors
since
i was stopped
at
the border
by
your
national security force
who
after
caging
me
and
my children
set me free
can’t tell you about my children
but
i suspect
they
nor
i
will be harvesting
your crops
this year
but
from
what
i hear
you won’t
need
them picked
because
of
the trade war
something ’bout
no nation being able
to
afford
what you planted
so
that
stuff
is just gonna
rot
but
not to worry
you’ll still get
your
government
crop welfare check

 

waifs ruin bull market…

 

who will buy your wears
the children with empty stares
reaching adulthood
but they have no homes nor coins
you took those from their parents

 

powerless to stop it…

 

there’s always
an antiseptic smell
before
death
as if
we truly
believe
we might
cleanse death
from
our being
it’s
a fragrance
of
age
we know it
all
too well
from
nursing homes
and
hospital halls
but
sense it
even as
we walk
along a city street
it makes us
most sad
when
a passing child
has whiffs
of
death
we wonder
why
and
where is
god
but are
soon distracted
by
armani
arden,
or
fresh-baked goods
until
when naked
in
the shower
we
find
that
fragrance

 

bodies left to rot…

 

how easily
the night
surrounds a dream
enclosing it
in
darkness
and
how
quickly
a dream’s
breath
can be stolen
ceasing
its heart beat
leaving
a cold corpse
of
hope
lying face down
in
the mire
of
hatred
human transgressions
against
gentle souls
carried out
with
a strong
esprit de corps
by
maggots
on
the body
of
humanity

 

arrogant and self-righteous…

 

there you are
talking
all high-and-mighty
like
a preacher
from
a pulpit
sermonizing
’bout
the need
for
others
to stop
their
sinful ways
yet
you alone
deny
food and shelter
to
the poorest
you alone
deny
the sick
a healing hand
unless
the palm
already
holds a coin
if not
thy will be done
thereby
issuing
death warrants
to millions
just
to add billions
to
billionaires
you alone
deny
children
access
through
the doorway
from
deprivation
to
a future
you
alone
america
you
alone