please don’t say those words again about us all getting along because we can’t hell even lovers can’t do that so why do we pretend that the embedded rebars of ignorance and hate can be chiseled from centuries of layered contrived history each previous attempt has been paved over with more hatred and fabricated reasons to fear others that are not understood nor acknowledged for that matter so please do not bother me with can’t we all just get along
what’s
before us
seems less
clear
the details
like
the truth
cannot be
distinguished
from
what
is hidden
in
lies’ shadows
those
words
between
the words
said
that are
so easily confused
with
reality
for
most disciples
of
tykhe
desire
that
their
beliefs
are
the gospel truth
though
most often
they
are not
rather
they’re
a convenient tool
for
political salesmen
to use
to
sell their snake oils
seems like
carnivals
have not
really
gone
out of style
in
the political circus
public schmucks
continue
to toss
balls of dollars
at
leaded kewpie dolls
that only fall
when
the peddler’s bank account
has reached
a stage
of
overflowing
or
the poor sap
is
about
to walk
away
before
their pockets
have been
fleeced
completely
to
fund
an undeserved
retirement
for
personal
public
service
at
which point
the only one
needing
a white cane
is
the public
i’m not sure
why i didn’t notice
it before
perhaps
the window
was partially opened
and
i must
have been closer
to
the window
so
the stench
went
unnoticed
but
i’ve heard
others
speak
of
it
but
i was certain
for awhile
that
they were
quite
mistaken
but
now
the smell
is
totally
oppressive
putrid smells
of
a slaughterhouse
bends
my body
to
the ground
as
i retched
when
i realize
that
in
the darkness
of
these
last few years
it was
the smell
of
the rotting corpse
of
freedom
a
wall
of
death
names
scribbled
onto
old
decaying
wooden planks
of
history
those
souls
lost
in ignorance
believing
that
online propaganda
could
somehow
or
should
rebuke
science
so
they
joined hands
forming
a circle
around
their misconceptions
to
shield
those
within
but
those
within
all
died
but
the protectors
cheered on
by
the patrons
of
greed
and
power
couldn’t see
the
obvious
for
they
were
looking
outward
facing
the blinding
light
of
truth
unable
to
see
the carnage
of
their
blind beliefs
bodies
piled
high
into
eternity
an
augmented reality
game
that uses
devices
devices
that overlay
the virtual experiences
of
kings
on top
of
the real
world
played
on
a multidimensional board
with
glass layers
each layer
containing game pieces
and
each side
representing
one
of the four corners
of
the world
the objective
is
to eventually
dominate
the whole world
through
power and wealth
kings
sit on the top layer
and
may move in any direction
but
cannot be viewed
by
any piece
at any level
thus
device screens
do not reveal
the location
of
any given king
kings
only determine
another king’s moves
by
the resulting effects
at
lower levels
the second level
is called
the legislative pitch
set with
ornately decorated
hollow pieces
that move
in
any direction
depending
on the ante
the king has made
for
any given piece
at
that level
however
antes
may be
secretly
made by other kings
thereby
altering
the movements
of
these mercenary pieces
the third lowest
level
holds a class
of
pieces
in the middle of
the game’s
social hierarchy
including
defenders
of
the crown
or
some
religious
or
political dogma
most importantly
this layer
contains
some queens
that when
properly moved
may be
to sacrificed
to
replace
more pieces
for
this layer
or
the lowest level
the lowest level
is comprised
of
what one could call
peasant pieces
used
to
develop wealth
for
the kings
and
are generally
considered by players
as
replaceable
as
for
the specific
rules
of engagement
they are
quite simple
win
at
any cost
such a fragile shell that holds this thing called life with the center as the soul how easily life shatters with the slightest force so it is surprising how man willingly discards his most precious gift from the gods forfeiting existence for the void of vanity or the illusion of allegiance some merchants will without hesitation sell the souls of others no matter the duration of their existence young or old matters not as long as there’s a profit to be made traffickers of inhumanity tossing aside the broken lives as if chaff in the wind so it is that so many lives end some even before they’ve begun for madmen rarely see beyond themselves
normally he would have ignored the bodies on the road from horseback one often sees such dried out forms along the border but these were smaller than usual emaciated hands and limbs of children grasping larger hands that were buried in the sand hands touching each other with such a sense of belief a belief wanting to deny that death could happen in this promised land of freedom
beliefs
empty shelves
for
the homeless
and
blind believers
of
words
translated
from
a contrived text
carefully
written
to
reflect
current
marketing trends
but
as
the market
has changed
numerous
rewrites
have been
required
rewrites
where
history
remains
but
a culturally
accepted
mass
propaganda
used
to shape
young minds
into
a fantasized
void
of
yesterday
where
lollipop kings
and
fairy queens
grant
wishes
that
should have never
been
made
a game of cat and mouse observed by buzzards where two of the same species are convinced via history that one is the lesser but both have been told that the other is the lesser so in order to preserve the natural order of the universe one must be demeaned and destroyed at every opportunity and to the victor nothing but more of the same but the carcasses belong to the buzzards who instigated the whole damn thing
in
the
beginning
