Consumerism

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death finds us all…

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

 

when no one
heeds
or
reads
the bible verses
that shield
the rich
from
the poor
the battle
will
begin
when
forgiveness
is
nothing more
than
empty words
doled out
by
the government
the
battle
will begin
when
lies
replace hope
and
children die
away
from their
parents’ arms
the battle
will
begin
when
the laughter
of
rich
echos
above the funeral
dirge
of
fallen soldiers
whose blood
has filled
their
wine glass
the battle
will begin
but
since
all these things
are
true
then
the battle
has
begun

 

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and they said the circus was dead…

 

boastful rhetoric
as good as
pt barnum’s
spews forth
from
washington
carnival cadences
attracting
and
distracting
american schmucks
to and from
the
sideshow freaks
freaks
of
every sort
from
congressional leaders
to
supreme court judges
all the while
the ringmaster clown
with
orange hair
and
skin
provides ample
subterfuge
to relieve
the nation
of
its wallet
simple
duplicity
the flag
being waved
with one hand
while
the other
does the deed
necessary
for
personal
and
family gain
oh
inside the big top
there are three rings
of
non stop entertainment
encompassing
the whole
of
government
you’re
free to enter
all
with
the right pass
but
please note
that
some areas
of the circus complex
are
restricted
and
have been marked
with
red lights
to
denote
family
living quarters

 

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matthew 21:12-13…

 

shall we begin prayers
no cameras aren’t in place yet
shall we begin now
no need to check my profile
now president says yes now

 

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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

 

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dividend check…

 

you
ignore
your part
in
the slaughter
for
you cannot
hear
the captive-bolt gun
nor
feel
the confinement
of
the chute
pressing
against
your
skin

 

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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