televised crimes against humanity…

steel clad boots
on
city streets
black batons
strike
the faces
of
freedom
faces
shrouded
in
clouds of teargas
and
flash grenades
young warriors
against
trump’s schutzstaffel
mercenaries
masquerading
as
law-abiding agents
of
justice
but
merely
soldiers of fortune
contracted
to
carry out
a fascist
oppression
of
the rights
of
american citizens
all
this
to appease
one
man’s lust
for
power
and
the need
to play
the game
and
to win
the game
at
any cost

 

law enforcement…

lost count
my soul’s numb
and
my lips
are
dried out
i tried
to read
all the names
of
those
murdered
on
the streets
can’t cry
anymore
anger’s dried my tears
for
i can still hear
the austrian glocks
silencing
the calmness
as
mother’s children
litter
life’s last moments
at
the hands
of
those sworn
to
serve
and
protect

 

article 92…

we the people
of
these united states
do
hereby
charge
donald j trump
under
article 92
of
the uniform code
of
military justice
for
dereliction of duty
and hereby
call for
his immediate arrest
and
confinement
until
such time
as
a trial
can be convened
to delineate
the duration
of
his imprisonment
let the record show
that
innocent non-combatants
and
his own troops
have been killed
as a result
of
his performance
in
the office
of
the president
quote
the raven
never
more

 

those above the law…

you’re vinegar drops
on the crucifix of time
our blood warmed your feet
but shed blood turns to lava
and so our fate will be yours

 

tomb raiders…

like locusts
that
devour every living thing
grave robbers
have set upon
the land
they’ve come
in waves
the first
were
those
just seeking
the finest treasures
all the while
spray painting graffitii
to cover up
all the sacred symbols
the second wave
was comprised
of
magistrates
ministers of the law
seeking
personal glorification
by
possessing
those things that would
extend their power
in the eyes
of
others
the last wave
were common men
tearing
through the tomb
seeking
scraps
whatever
tossed aside
by
those
whose actions
had taken
justice
and
freedom
from
the nation

 

more acts of treason…

several
graves
hold
the souls
of
your
sons
and
daughters
war
executions
paid for
by
the president’s
friend
it has been
said
one
should be
judged
by
the company
you
keep

misinformation…

from broken windows
fear’s eyes peer into the night
seeing what’s not there
for ghost stories have been told
by those who thrive upon lies

 

the gnat’s complaint…

these webs
are
so unjust
flies
always die
staring
into
my eyes
with
the most
incriminating looks
as if
i
were the one
who spun
this web
but
i
and
those generations
before me
have been
trapped
within
these fibers
of
lies and promises
for
centuries
had i
been born
with
more mass
i
would have flown
right through
this
social web
no more
inconvenienced
than
needing
a quick shower
afterwards
but
that is not the case
i
linger here
as
a bit of amusement
and
as
a morsel
for
a boring day
a systemic slave
the quintessential
essential worker
to be
devoured
or
left
to
just
decay
and
die