in answer to your question…

how do i speak
of justice
that
grey fog
that lingers
along the coast
of life
though seen
from
the inland
it rarely
come this far
 ashore
here
only the smog
penetrates
the lungs
burning
with promises
never fulfilled
nor
intended to be
yet
the foot soldiers
of
innocence
march on
into battles
waving flags
that
mean
little
outside the confines
of
their
dream filled minds
they
like
old men
claiming
the wine
to taste
sweet
although
most know
it’s
as bitter
as
the vinegar
given to
christ
only
differing
by the innocent blood
that gives it
its color
blood
shed
by
seekers of justice
goose stepping
corporate marionettes
appropriately
dressed
for
their role
in
the world’s follies
performances
viewed
with sincere appreciate
by the elite
who would
applaud
but
such actions
would
highlight
the meaninglessness
of such deaths
so
they arrange
for a medal
or
two
as
intermittent reinforcement
but
all are given
a flag drapped coffin
a
consolation prize
a sort of
moral rubber ducky
to be
squeezed
during dark cold nights
provided
by
human greed
a replacement
for the sound
of a human heart
the heart
that was filled
with
love
the one
you used
to
hear

america singing an old tune…

the brown bag prophet
said
when i was young
it was
illegal
for a black
to marry
someone white
though
some brave souls
did
and
were punished
in ways
most cannot understand
but then
the laws changed
and
blacks
could marry
anyone
but
they paid
in ways
most cannot understand
now days
it’s politically incorrect
to mention race
or
gender preferences
unless
you’re one of
the president’s men
who clearly
state
you’ll pay
in ways
most
cannot understand

when we forget….

a child
dies
in the streets
of san juan
a father
buries
an only son
flag draped
for
corporate profits
a woman’s
condemned
to death
by policies
born
of blind fear
men
are assassinated
by
those
sworn
to protect
and
children
seeking only
a better life
are torn
from freedom’s womb
by
broken promises
so
when
we forget
we
cannot become
great
again
when we abandon
what
made us
great
in the beginning
our
humanity

 

god forbid…

let me get this straight
pardon convicted sheriff
deny a visa
to cancer victim’s sister
for fear she might stay