you’re vinegar drops
on the crucifix of time
our blood warmed your feet
but shed blood turns to lava
and so our fate will be yours
vengence
tomb raiders…
like locusts
that
devour every living thing
grave robbers
have set upon
the land
they’ve come
in waves
the first
were
those
just seeking
the finest treasures
all the while
spray painting graffitii
to cover up
all the sacred symbols
the second wave
was comprised
of
magistrates
ministers of the law
seeking
personal glorification
by
possessing
those things that would
extend their power
in the eyes
of
others
the last wave
were common men
tearing
through the tomb
seeking
scraps
whatever
tossed aside
by
those
whose actions
had taken
justice
and
freedom
from
the nation
when in doubt sanctions and threats…
thinking the world’s black
trump continues to use force
against anyone
who doesn’t bend to his will
a coward hiding ‘neath flag
you’d better show the proper respect or else…
the brown bag prophet
who’s been
shelved in place
at
a local hotel
in light
of
covid-19
posted
the following note
on
a bulletin board
according to the president
we
must
be thankful
for
receiving a small portion
of
our tax dollars back
especially
given the cost
of
his
green fees
security detail
needed
to
protect him
during
all those rounds
of golf
at
his
resort complex
oh
and don’t
forget
the cart fees
so
we’re
commanded
to feel
blessed
that
we get
anything back
living on white island…
last few years
have been difficult
a number of minor eruptions
and
a couple of major ones
air has been toxic
and
steam seems
to
always fill the air
making it difficult
to breathe
though
denied
climate change
and
our own lack of stewardship
have
resulted in the loss
of
life
not as many critters
as
there used to be
and
human loss
has been
ever
increasing
it’s like we’re
continuously engaged
in
wars
war with other nations
war with the poor
war with the homeless
war with children
and
war with ourselves
a nation
of
immigrants
this place
called
america
no rush…
he never replied
to cruel comments concerning
him or family
choosing to just smile and wait
since he’s the town’s mortician
president punishes opponents…
animated corpse
like a scene from the last circus
revenge is taken
a nation speaks…
we shall not forget
the venom in your words
nor
how we’ve heard
you
see
us
as sheep
to be herded
with lies
and
foolish promises
oh
revenge
is so much sweeter
when
the prey thinks
the game is
done
and
such pleasure
will be felt
as
the smugness
is erased away
from your face
as you
suddenly embrace
the cold steel
of tomorrow
that will build
a cage
around you
soon
than
later
history repeats….
spirits make
another
silent march
pass
the living
whispering
warnings
as they stare
into
empty eyes
eyes
that cannot see
the dangers
of
hate
and
greed
or
how denial
of
inhumanity
turns the earth
into
graves
graves for
children
graves for
the poor
graves for
the weak
graves for
those
different
and soon
graves
for
the blind
who will then
join
the march
with closed eyes
that
see
don’t shoot the messenger…
lord
someone
needs to repent
i’m
not sure
who
but
given
how things
are
going
i’m
certain
you’re pissed off
about
something
now
i know
you’re divine
and
all knowing
and
such
but
could
i make
a small
suggestion
and
please don’t
put me
in the same
category
as
uzzah
but
since
none of us
have
touched
the ark
couldn’t
you just
strike down
those
who’ve
got their fingerprints
all
over
the golden pot
