ice cubed children…

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their eyes seemed to say
we’re your unkept promises
yearning to breathe free

 

meditating on a closed homeless shelter…

 

the brown bag prophet
said
i live
in
the empty spaces
life’s
denied
moments
where eyes
avert
and
prayers
fall on deaf ears
i’m
not alone
there are
children
and
their parents
in
these spaces
parents
of
all sorts
atheists
bible thumpers
and
those confused
by
god’s words
and
his deeds
as
well
as
certified heroes
and
criminals
those ungainfully employed
and
otherwise destitute
by
their attempt
at
existence
all
forming
society’s sediment
sediment
along
these streets
paved
with human gold
and
blood diamonds
diamonds
worn
no doubt
as
symbols
of
heaven’s stars
but
more likely
as
hell’s burning embers
but
who’s to say
not those
of us
living
in
the empty spaces

 

long remembered…

 

they died as martyrs
cameras recorded their deaths
crowds chanted praises
promising not to forget
but death’s fear clears one’s memory

 

black girl with a yes boss attitude…

 

jackie
was having
a beer
in
a local watering hole
and
said
to
the brown bag prophet
some
snot nosed child
says
i’s needs
to
grow up
but
they ain’t been
nowhere
in
life yet
ain’t had no
real
pain
don’t
have a grasp
on
reality
yet
alls they knows
is
fairytale shit
hard work
and
dedication
to
the white god
of
money
gonna
make things
just
fine
they don’t understand
the rules
yet
when
you turns
your back
they talking
and
plotting
to take
the things
most
important
to you
and
they
can
and
they
will
and
you
don’t
win
unless
they say so
so
i said
to her
honey
shut your face
cause
you
don’t know
the
rules
i’s was gonna
say
something else
but
i remembered
this movie
and
realized
she can’t handle the truth
yet

 

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