no place like home…

this sad place
without relief
is home
each confinement cell
has been
carefully
designed
to imprison
dreams
we have all been
ushered here
like
repulsive rats
corralled
into
an inequity maze
from
geopolitical borders
borders near
america
australia
israel
greece
and
a host
of
other nations
each
with
its own brand
of
human humiliation
humiliation
intended
to
break the soul
into fragments
of
desperation
despicable crimes
against
those seeking freedom
policies
such as
separating families
knowing full well
family
was
why
freedom
was sought
in
the first place
how strange
that those
who
should be
most aware
refuse
to recall their own
history
stranger still
that the voice
of
hope
should be answered
with
the voice
of
death

 

cross-examination…

 

the chalice was filled
with the warm blood of children
during morning prayers
for they were non-believers
non-believers in your god
your god’s the true one
but does your god fear children
are not divine words
enough to sway young minds or
are you the non-believer

 

requiems in the sand…

 

i’ve started writing
my new poems on the beach
words briefly exist
like the lives of those they speak
voiceless souls trapped in man’s games

 

prime time tv deity…

 

like those
who built
the tower
of
babel
he wants
to
build
a wall
not to reach
god
but
to
become
god
his wall’s
to
be built
from
the ground bones
of
freedom
mortared
with the blood
of
children
children
crushed
by
the weight
of
intolerance
and
ignorance
this monument
to
his pride
will assure
that
those
in this nation
will
never
understand others
in
the world
and surely
his
wall
will scatter
hatred
and
inhumanity

 

as they pulled her child away…

 

holding her own hand
she looked into yesterday
and cried for today

 

divergent christmases…

 

presents neatly wrapped
children huddled together
fighting off their fears
wondering where their parents are
guards go home to families