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

 

from sea to shining sea…

dreams’ ragged edges
two red frayed storm warning flags
fluttering rags in the wind
a nation torn by hatred

 

myanmar like those before…

briefing diplomats
smoke from blood soaked huts rises
sky blackened by death
another ethic cleansing
world of deep darkness and pain