bogus bounty of dreams…

terrorized tattooed ladies
tiptoed through
donald’s dreams
dancing daintily
across his nose
shaking
baskets of pollen
as if
salting
the earth
so
nothing
more
could grow
and
seeking revenge
for
all
women
treated as
caveman possessions
possessions
to be dragged
to the bedroom
where
more often
than not
nothing developed
thus
he awoke
alone
in a cold
feverish sweat
bed wet
nothing left to do
but
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liberty’s wildfire…

once the glow
from her lamp
offered
the warmth
of hope
for
freedom
and
sanctuary
from
the flames
of
religious persecution
but
now
it has
a garish glow

sheer madness…

the stone that struck him
was from the hands of a child
with a single shot
revenge was complete
the child’s blood filled the parkway
mingling with tear gas
wails from a mother
broke through the dark night’s chaos
an unanswered prayer
no apologies
for blind hate feels no remorse
so another grave
hewn from the rocky soil
will give rise to tears
tears watering blooms of hate
where a young child stands
family of the fallen one
now it’s death’s cycle
eternal eye for an eye
a nation’s history