the reign of witches…

campaign

it ain’t nothing new
a time tested recipe
drop into the pot
handfuls of fear salt with hate
stoke the fire with lots of lies
when it’s nice and hot
pass the brew around and watch 
as hatred takes hold
as mindless disciples drink
ignorance’s sacrament
now they only hear
the incantations you spew
willing to follow
and do your every command
without a moral compass
defying their own beliefs

 

 

some nasty scars…

malpractice

beneath the layers
of red white and blue fabric
are some serious wounds
that have not completely healed
and though they are kept concealed
they’re ever-present
oozing an infectious hate
into the bloodstream
of even those not yet born
part of their inheritance
an inheritance
of denied national crimes
covered over with
the fabric of myths and lies
revisions to history
protection rewrites
turning criminals into
national martyrs
while the true martyrs that died
are ignored cuz it’s bad press
the founding fathers
started this whole mess so it’s
not too surprising
scars are deeply embedded
into the nation’s body
what’s most upsetting
is it appears that gangrene’s
in the nation’s mind
those once thought to be insane
now are heralded as leaders
surely this maddness
is a harbinger of death
the death of freedom
and of all our aspirations
for a true democracy

 

 

guess it doesn’t matter anymore…

guess it doesn't matter anymore...

once baptized
with time
all
previous crimes
are to be forgotten
offenses of morality
are
washed away
and
we are encouraged
to
forgive
forgiveness
society’s masquerade
the transubstantiation
of
immoral acts
into
the divine law
of
man
so
unjust deaths
from
prejudice
religious intolerance
and
corporate profit taking
are to be seen
as
purified
by
the passage of time
politicos say
we must
forget
transgressions
in order
to move forward
but
forgiveness
is impossible
when
standing
among
the graves
of those
who died
for
the illusion
of
justice

millwright…

millwright

they tossed
the loose end
of the rope
onto the tree
his skin
blackened
by
african sun
the sun
that
fostered
all
of
creation’s life
speaking
in tones
sown in his voice
by god
he said
you are the blood
of my blood
so i
have slept
with your mother
giving birth
to you
i have slept
with your wife
giving birth
to your
sons and daughters
and
even in death
i will sleep
with your daughters
giving
birth
to the ages
you
cannot separate
my blood
from yours
you
lie
in the shallow grave
of
denial and deception
breathing in the hate
of madmen
and
with those words
he closed
his eyes
and
died
of
natural causes

forever ago…

forever ago

the nation’s
first charters
crafted
by
the founding fathers
concealed
their intent
to build
an empire
like
that in britain
a matter of
pure greed
and greed’s
cancerous effects
though denied by historians
was evident
for
one
merely needed to count
the slaughtered bodies
that
history had disguised
as
acts of valor
by men
claiming that freedom
was
their reason for murder
so indigenous
women and children
were just
collateral damage
during
the nation’s founding
the fields of battle
a place of
scorched earth
and
rape
in liberty’s name
not your
usual concept
of
patriotic acts
of
valor
but crimes
of
hate and greed
which was
infused into
the nation’s fiber
but
the founders knew
that
few
would
want to die
for another’s greed
so
parables were created
to conceal
the truth
so war’s dead
could be wrapped
in flags
and
national fables

 

 

unfinished bible verse…

unfinished bible verse

sorry
just ain’t
feeling
that good today
my bunions
are giving me
fits
not to mention
the shooting
last night
lord
the police
were out
in mass
and
descended
on those children
having
a street party
right outside
the church doors
fact is
it was
a church party
the pastor’s son
thought
it would be
a great way
to attract
community youths
but
it attracted
more
than youths
it was a magnet
for
the police
before you knew it
the pastor’s son
lie
in a pool
of
blood
ain’t that
something like
that story
of isaac
and
abraham
‘cept
with
a sad ending
and
no god
intervention