revised divine inspiration…

revised divine inspiration

the word
of
god
has been
revised
to be
more
appropriate
for
today’s
cultural needs
and
desires
those
biblical texts
that
were
supposedly
inspired
by
god
and
written
by
god’s hand
in
stone
must be
updated
to fit
current financial
and
political needs
so
those
apparently
representing
god
have been
encouraged
to
provide
extensive
necessary
revisions
seems
the
omniscient
mind
of
god
has
changed

a sudden loss of cabin pressure…

a sudden loss of cabin pressure

what shall we place
on
america’s gravestone
here lies
a nation
aborted
by
its greed
and
intolerance
of
its
own history
or
an unborn promise
made
with its fingers crossed
concealed
behind
a back of hate
and
prejudice
all
the while
scripting words
constituting
a justification
for
continuation
of
an oligarchy
but
with
more than
one
king
a feudal state
with
all the trappings
of
the middle ages

 

 

autofocus…

autofocus

you’re quite
dependent
on
the system
but
adjustments
must be made
for
i’ve been standing
right
in front of you
for some time
but
you keep calling
those behind me
you seem to
be aware
of me
assuring me
that my turn
should be next
but you
continue to ignore
my needs
addressing
defending
those further back
in the line
perhaps
you should
step back
and
switch to
the
manual
focus mode
so you can
regain
your historical
perspective
and
not depend on
preprogrammed
procedures
for as
a nation
you should know
democracy
depends on
focusing
on
the real
subject

 

 

nothing to write home about…

nothing to write home about

this path
of
freedom
is strewn
with
shards of hate
a path
not chosen
walking barefoot
into the night
pain
with
each step made
they say
i should be 
grateful
that i’m
permitted
to walk

global catering service…

global catering service

always believed
that
the world
i saw
would evolve
to
include me
but
ain’t nothing
changed
justice
is still sleeping
and
folks like me
are
more
than
welcomed
to
serve
but
not
eat

 

 

the forgetting…

the forgetting

from franco
to
trump
the stench
of
death
cannot be hid
it
flows
from
history’s bins
of
oppression
and
from
unmarked graves
now
covered
with grassy lies
and
halfhearted
apologies
for
atrocities
committed
now
undeniable
yet
politicos
strive
once again
to
rewrite lines
of
truth
with lines
of
deceptions
and
subterfuge
saying
to move on
we
must
forget
what happened
to heal the nation
said
as they
brush off
dried blood
from
their sleeves
and
hands
the blood
of
complicity

voter fraud and other unicorn sightings…

voter fraud and other unicorn sightings

tell
the dead
whose
eyes
are
wide open
not
to
stare
at
the world
that’s
been
created
nor
speak
with
dried lips
about
what
has been
done
to
the earth
they inhabit
nor
those
unkept promises
made
when their lungs
filled
with
air
promises
about
freedom
those with
empty
lungs
may choose
to
ignore
the flood
of
apologies
that
serve no purpose
to those
interred
but
provide
political
fodder
for
those feeding
on
dreams
of
what can
never
be
nor
should
be

goodbye america…

goodbye america....

oh
i’m not leaving
but
it appears
you’ve
died
freedom
ain’t
in
your name
nor
has it
ever been
but
now
the state
of
your decomposition
has
been
realized
by
the smell
of
your
rotting promises
seems like
all
around the world
your
demise
has been discovered
so
without
any doubt
we’ll need
to
start
the wake
before
there’s
nothing left
to
bury