whether you believe it or not…

whether you believe or not

death
has no
political affiliation
so
your religious fervor
for
one party
over
another
means
nothing 
to death
your
grave
or
ashes
will
be
dealt with
without
prejudice
so
carry-on
with
your disdain
of
science
in the end
it
really
doesn’t matter

 

 

the promise of eternity…

the promise of eternity

please stay
in
your
designated line
divine blessings
on
earth
are allotted
according to
your position
in line
but
rest assured
that
you’ll
be
given
a fair share
of
life’s bounty
upon
your souls passing
into
the chimeric promised land
a sure guarantee
from those
who
oppressed you
during
your time
on
earth

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

 

 

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

but one voice…

but one voice...

can’t hear
own
thoughts
too much noise
trafficking
from
lies and hate
masking out
voices
in
pain
homeless dreams
some
wrapped
in
the currency
of
war
but
what
can
one voice
do
to rise
above
war’s cacophony
of
misery
though
a simple solution
one
could join
the choir
of
hope
sending forth
words
of
unwavering
belief
in tomorrow
that
grasps
the minds
of
social sinners
like
an old gospel hymn
swaying
the coldest heart
towards
redemption
or
offer up
such a sweet solo
of
truth
so
powerful
that
the walls
of
deception
crumble
into dust
revealing
all
that was hidden
that
my friend
is
what
one voice
can
do
so
rejoice

 

 

like a two bit whore…

like a two bit whore

willing to spread their legs
regardless of the price
those politicians who
choose to be expedient
disregarding their pledges

 

 

canadian branding…

canadian branding

a common process
to
identify ownership
the first step
is
always
to
separate calves
from
the herd
to
neutralize herd influence
this can be
accomplished
by
placing calves
in
separate locations
or
on
calf tables
or
similar devices
think of it
as
sending the calves
off to school
next
apply the hot iron to skins
burning
into their minds
a deep sense of being owned
as for pain
the
duration
of
pain
for any given calf
is
unknown
but
there may be
lifelong effects
as for
mortality rates
due
to trauma
that is
unknown
examination of one site
unearthed
215 bodies
extrapolation
to
other sites
may be
comparable
but
that’s the price
of
social uniformity
as
supported
by
the adoption
of
these procedures
worldwide

 

 

manuscript editing…

ghost writings...

if injustice’s dead would rise
and once again have human eyes
so they could find their oppressors
calling them out by name
we’d have to rewrite the history books