president’s compromise…

 

a new flood
of
hatred
hatred
that has washed
over
our nation
and
our world
it
has left
in its wake
an unrecognizable
wasteland
where
the bloated corpse
of
the great experiment
in
freedom
has been dashed
against
the rocks
of
ignorance
pushed there
by
a current
of
data points
from
political
consulting firms

 

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

 

impeachable acts…

 

when
i checked
on
aunt bea
to see
if she was having
any problems
she said
it seems to me
that
you’re
the one
who’s got
problems
today
so
i told
aunt bea
that
although
i knew our nation
has had
a history
of blaming
asylum seeking
or
those
just different
from
the majority
for
its
inherent problems
i still found
the current cultural melee
in the country
quite upsetting
especially
in light
of the deaths 
of
innocent children
without
comforting
parental arms
aunt bea
said
when your mother
was cleaning houses
for
rich folks
she would
always get upset
if someone
would
carelessly
walk across
the floors
she has just mopped
especially
before
they dried
even
though
she knew
they would
need to be cleaned
again
next week
i guess
she felt
that
such actions
symbolized
disrespect
disrespecting
the efforts of others
to
make things
right
hmm
seems
you have inherited
your mother’s
respect
for
fairness
and
the rights
of
all

 

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

 

sing along with your own words…

 

lord knows
i ain’t
heard
this song before
deadly force
justified
for
women
and
children
to
protect
well armed men
from
their terrorist tears
tis
my country
where the hell
is
the liberty
and
the justice
for all
a land
stolen
by immigrants
now
rejects
immigrants
to defend
against
someone
from stealing
jobs
they don’t want
or
need
all encouraged
by
a draft dodger
who feigned
injuries
hell
to the chief
and
i mean
that
literally