ground zero…

 

once again the streets
will become the battlegrounds
unabated greed
blinds rich from consequences
but shields no one from anger

 

death finds us all…

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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

 

for the good of the country…

 

trickle
down
honesty
and as
necessary
outright
lies and denial
there’s
no need
in
respecting
oaths
sworn on a book
regardless
of
its symbolism
to
society
although
such
sentimental thinking
is
taught in schools
it’s
rarely practice
in
the real world
we
have
to accept
all the shades
of
black
that define
the world
of
politics
people dying
for
the uncommon good
is
just how
the rich
get
richer
fantasies
of
freedom
and
justice for all
are
merely
promotionals
not
to be
taken
seriously
which most
americans
apparently
have grown
to accept
given
their
voting record
these days

 

body count…

 

if
all the people
in
san diego
and
chicago
were
to die
of
the excruciating pain
of
starvation
it would equal
the number
of
children
dying
in
yemen’s
war
due
to
inhumane
brutality

 

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

 

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