the long drive homeward
away from her side that night
empty road and heart
sadness
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
unclaimed…
gathered up
my
memories
and
placed them
upon
my mind’s table
sorted
through
a few
and
tossed others
aside
especially
the ones
tainted
by
the hatred
of
others
there
were quite
a few
of
those
including
several
i had not
recognized before
but
i
like others
are
haunted
by
apparitions
of
yesterday’s
trust and belief
in
any case
the remaining memories
were
of
loves lost
and
loves unclaimed
each
unique
in their own way
none
could
or
should
be regretted
just
past moments
in
time
unclaimed baggage
from
a trip
long completed
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
windows to the soul…
are there human eyes
that see pain and suffering
then answer the soul’s needs
or are there just
the dark empty sockets of predators
rocks and stones…
so many words
of
sorrow
but
none
that will
raise
the dead
nor
stop
the flow
of
tears
traversing
from
eye
to
chin
no
magical terms
to
erase
the pain
embedded
deep
within
hearts
as
love’s warmth
surrenders
to
death’s coldness
leaving
empty spaces
in
beds
spaces
filled
with
apparitions
of
life
life’s holograms
that
vanish
with
dawn’s first light
leaving
untouched pillows
and
broken
hearts
goodbye america…
oh
i’m not leaving
but
it appears
you’ve
died
freedom
ain’t
in
your name
nor
has it
ever been
but
now
the state
of
your decomposition
has
been
realized
by
the smell
of
your
rotting promises
seems like
all
around the world
your
demise
has been discovered
so
without
any doubt
we’ll need
to
start
the wake
before
there’s
nothing left
to
bury
no hope orphanages..
child of the dead
your name has been lost
soon you will forget
their touch
and
the warmth
of
their words
these muddy fields
and
makeshift tents
are
you new parents
but
they will not embrace you
nor
seek to feed you
now
you alone
must do those things
expect only
more
tears
seeing comparisons…
created ghettos
and oppressive laws
dehumanizing
all aspects of life
suffocating others to death
wrapped in a martyr’s flag…
using the sins of others
to conceal their own sins
history’s atrocities
committed against their fathers
are now their adopted ways
