the great unfinished nation…

 

one explanation
for the state of the nation
moral poverty
that human bottomless pit
of sybaritic desire

 

cannibals…

you’ve
sworn off meat
out of
your
considerable concern
for
animal welfare
and
as a protest
of
how cruelly
such docile beast
are treated
but
though
it’s
not
on the label
the warehouse
frozen
discount fish
you eat
was caught
by
enslaved fishermen
so
you are
partaking
of
their flesh
and
blood

 

why so happy…

you do
know
there’s a pandemic
and
economic chaos
as well as
a situation
in which
half
of
the american population
is willing
to support
a self-pandering fascist
oh
you
must understand
i have
no
faith
in
my fellow man’s
concern
or
compassion
for
others
but
i do have
extreme faith
in
my fellow man’s
greed
that needs
a healthy population
and
some semblance
of
democracy
in order
for
said population
to
go to work
earn money
and
buy
all the things
destroying
the
planet

 

how mcdonald’s et al destroyed the world…

everything’s
fast food
what we
eat
read
and
how we
contemplate
the world
around us
it’s easy
to do
ipads
and
watches
deliver
takeout
predigested news
served up
with
side dishes
of
calorie laden
commercials
for
our consumption
carefully conceived
and
cooked up
by
monetizing
algorithmic
corporate chefs
and

since
our minds
are not feed
anything
to chew on
the
political
and
marketing lies
are
easily digested
by
democracy’s
couch potatoes
who
without
any
physical effort
on their part
not
even
the consumption
of
weight loss pills
still manage
to
lose
significant portions
of
their freedom

outsourcing…

sunken eyes
blackened with fear
flesh
stretched tight
over
a fractured skeleton
a framework of despair
too weakened to move

or
swish away flies
flies
on
unattended sores
festering wounds
of
war
war for
computer chips
or
more precisely
the resources needed
to
manufacture chips
precious semiconductors
necessary
for

calling out
for
pizza
or
chatting
with
unknown friends
who’ve
been befriended
but
not one call
to
this child

 

 

while you were waiting…

i’ve noticed
that
you’ve
begun
to talk
to
shadows
and
wait
quietly
for
their reply
one
that never comes
but
still
you wait
like
some marble monument
depicting
an unknown saint
slain
in
the service
of
an unknown god
i
suspect
that
you
do not see
the
encroaching darkness
nor
understand
the perils
of
your compromising
you’re
too engrossed
in
your dreams
of
power
to
see
or
hear
death’s proclamation
i
claim
your
soul
for serving
the
god
apate

 

consumed…

so easily confused
the prey
or
the predator
roles
that often
seem
interchangable
depending
on the moment
in
history
but
there are
only
a few
true predators
consuming
every aspect
of
their prey’s life
their
flesh
and
bones
even
their souls
are
cannibalized
but
the unwary prey
go about their
ritualized routines
praying
in
churches
grasping bibles
while holding
questioning faith
riding
subways
to
resent filled positions
where
they’re demeaned
on
a regular schedule
but
the salary’s necessary
to
payoff the debt
they owe
the predators
so
they
continue
to be
consumed

 

tomb raiders…

like locusts
that
devour every living thing
grave robbers
have set upon
the land
they’ve come
in waves
the first
were
those
just seeking
the finest treasures
all the while
spray painting graffitii
to cover up
all the sacred symbols
the second wave
was comprised
of
magistrates
ministers of the law
seeking
personal glorification
by
possessing
those things that would
extend their power
in the eyes
of
others
the last wave
were common men
tearing
through the tomb
seeking
scraps
whatever
tossed aside
by
those
whose actions
had taken
justice
and
freedom
from
the nation

 

sympathizers…

each took
a turn
to pound
the nails
into
the hands
and
feet
none chose
to
voice concern
for
their part
in this foul deed
since
each
blooded hand
obtained
personal gain
and
fame
for the crucifixion
of
the nation