last moments before…

dried blood on old stones
foreign pathway now re-paved
history concealed
but still leading a nation
to gas chambers for freedom

neo-babylonian walls …

these walls are not firm
they’re built with honor’s promises
freedom’s building stones
mortared just by history
and history’s forgotten

a shabby black box for social program budgets…

friends of the white house
run around collecting stones
their pockets now bulge
they gather in the senate
await lottery’s winner

rebroadcast of the gilded age…

new robber barons
festering social issues
gangrene flesh covered
by thin gold gilding of lies
to blind society’s eyes