nothing left of the dream cracks in the rampart have let truth’s darkness overwhelm the dim light of national myths now the broken sharp edges of reality protrude into each day severing hope from well-tutored promises
your condemnation of murdering civilians doesn’t quite make it since graves are already dug and souls are as cold as death you seem to believe words speak louder than actions so here’s the problem words ain’t no bullet proof vest just your moral placebo
words offered before burials or the hearts have stopped beating words on any other occasions might have raised the dead like the widow’s son at nain but these words with angelic tones are political sound bites that echo through polished marble hallways hallways that are the only grave markers and eulogies these homeless will ever have such concerned words just dry leaves crushed beneath the feet of inhumanity dust without life or life giving mere moments of fleeting guilt insincere regrets for inaction offered before the graves are dug or the bodies are even cold
once a vibrant nation now a host for aggressive parasitic personas that devour the salutary substance of freedom creeping and strangling until freedom’s death leaving hollow promises for our children
night
comes
with
promises
of
sweet dreams
a
promise
often
not kept
instead
images
of
the day
replay
in
a continuous loop
cycling
between
madness
and
depression
forming
cold
body
sweats
dampening
the freshly
washed sheets
liquid fear
a fever
of
compromised morality
concerns
to
be
forgotten
with
morning rays
and
the daily anesthetic
for
survival
rush hour
dementia
covered
with
a thin layer
of
smiles
and
a dusting
of
forgiveness
it
sprouts
with
any
salty
precipitation
quickly blooming
into
its
former self
a scarlet
broken heart
hands upon dry earth dredging for some signs of life something to believe hope’s offer for tomorrow some small reason to arise the why for opening eyes
dead flowers surround
a mound of freshly turned earth
now watered by tears
so there will be no new blooms
though salt is needed for life
life soon becomes death with salt
Read Between the Minds 