all the president’s junkyard dogs …

they appear lifelike
but have no humanity
they are just castings
hollow men who resonate
whatever you want to hear

 

barabbas …

murderous traitor
count the dead in this nation
how can anyone
that claims that there is a god
crucify the innocent
instead of the beast
do they long to bathe in blood
that of our children
or of those too poor to beg
for their god’s mercy
are silver coins of greed’s realm
worth denying sacred words
will the holy bed
be soiled with the putrid
lies of one man’s lust
or will the faithful remove
each bloody nail from faith’s hands

 

vigilantes…

put him in blackface
then listen to his venom
now what do you think
should those who match his color
follow what he recommends

 

while you were waiting…

i’ve noticed
that
you’ve
begun
to talk
to
shadows
and
wait
quietly
for
their reply
one
that never comes
but
still
you wait
like
some marble monument
depicting
an unknown saint
slain
in
the service
of
an unknown god
i
suspect
that
you
do not see
the
encroaching darkness
nor
understand
the perils
of
your compromising
you’re
too engrossed
in
your dreams
of
power
to
see
or
hear
death’s proclamation
i
claim
your
soul
for serving
the
god
apate

 

go ahead and drink the kool-aid…

©2019 Charles Wm Martin

you sing
hallelujah
from
oaken pews
each
sunday
joining
the choir’s
exaltations
to
the endless void
of
death
never questioning
the promise
of
mercy
for
all sins
but
what of those
of
omission
children
left homeless
and
affection starved
victims
of
war
and
political egos
stripped naked
of
humanity
left
without
the shroud
of
dignity
and
in your chosen blindness
you pray
for
souls
that you shun
each day
of
the week
crossing streets
to
avoid
exposing your sins
those
crosses
you chose
not
to bear

 

the machine…

no fancy
neural networking
to
adjust
to
environmental factors
nor
predictive subroutines
for
addressing
possible outcomes
of
actions taken
though
its
intelligence
is
artificial
its exterior structure
has
no sensors
so
feedback loops
are deemed
unnecessary
it is
a self perpetuating device
abstracting
resources
either by
the destruction
of
environmental elements
including
animate
and
inanimate objects
or
depleting resources
acquired
by
others
like single cell organisms
its sole
function
is to survive
for
it is
the political machine
of
the republican demigods

 

death of a nation…

when a nation dies
what does it sound like that death
will it gasp and moan
or will it quietly lie
upon its deathbed and die

 

 

reopening america’s schools…

small
and
insignificant child
you
will be
canonized
some day
as
you
and
your peers
those
unwitting martyrs
to
the cause
of
the global economy
go back
to
school
so
your
parents
can
go back
to work
your deaths
will be
for
the greater good
of
the profit margin
and
the president’s
re-election campaign
as well as

bolstering
his
ego

 

national economic recovery…

soon we’ll be able
to outline each state’s borders
with the dead bodies
of those needlessly murdered
for someone’s bank account

 

docked on the river styx…

did we
just
arrive here
or
have we been
on
this course
for
quite sometime now
few places
are
arrived
by accident
most
are
set courses
by
either
ourselves
or
those
before us
had we
not denied
what
clearly
was written
our final fate
would have been
perhaps
different
but
we
chose
to
stay
the course