guess it doesn’t matter anymore…

guess it doesn't matter anymore...

once baptized
with time
all
previous crimes
are to be forgotten
offenses of morality
are
washed away
and
we are encouraged
to
forgive
forgiveness
society’s masquerade
the transubstantiation
of
immoral acts
into
the divine law
of
man
so
unjust deaths
from
prejudice
religious intolerance
and
corporate profit taking
are to be seen
as
purified
by
the passage of time
politicos say
we must
forget
transgressions
in order
to move forward
but
forgiveness
is impossible
when
standing
among
the graves
of those
who died
for
the illusion
of
justice

pro life law addendum…

pro life law addendum

let it be known
that
states
hereafter
referred to
as
prosecutors
the prosecutor
who imposes
their
moral and religious
values
on another living being
hereafter
referred to
as
plaintiffs
plaintiffs
born
and
unborn
let it be known
that
the prosecutors
herefor
accept
all
responsibilities
for
their decisions
and
accept
the lifetime
financial responsibility
for
said plaintiffs
including
but
not limited to
health and medical expenses
housing
as well as
educational expenditures
both
public and private
further
plaintiffs
must be granted
a stipend
equal to
but
not less than
the average income
of
territorial residents
failure
to provide
these
modest accommodations
would constitute
an infraction
of
the 14th amendment
reinstituting
slavery
to
an already oppressed
class
of
the nation’s population

charenton asylum…

pile up the bodies
on the steps of supreme court
let the stench of death
fill their judicial chambers 
so they may recall mothers
whose blood is now on their hands

 

 

eulogies…

eulogies

words
offered
before
burials
or
the hearts
have
stopped
beating
words
on
any
other occasions
might
have raised
the dead
like
the widow’s son
at
nain
but
these words
with
angelic tones
are
political sound bites 
that
echo
through polished
marble hallways
hallways
that are
the only
grave markers
and
eulogies
these homeless
will
ever have
such
concerned words
just
dry leaves
crushed
beneath
the feet of inhumanity
dust
without life
or
life giving
mere moments
of
fleeting guilt
insincere regrets
for
inaction
offered
before the graves
are
dug
or
the bodies
are
even cold

god bless ye merry gentlemen…

god bless ye merry gentlemen

unwrapping presents
sharing moments of laughter
all’s well in your world
a limited world
excluding homeless children 
and those left alone by time
have another glass of cheer

 

 

recurring remorse …

recurring remorse

night
comes
with
promises
of
sweet dreams
a
promise
often
not kept
instead
images
of
the day
replay
in
a continuous loop
cycling
between
madness
and
depression
forming
cold
body
sweats
dampening
the freshly
washed sheets
liquid fear
a fever
of
compromised morality
concerns
to
be
forgotten
with
morning rays
and
the daily anesthetic
for
survival
rush hour
dementia

gop welfare state…

gop welfare state2

bunch of senators
drawing down a lot of pay
for doing nothing
ignoring the nation‘s needs
while watching out for themselves
just self-centered freeloaders

 

 

self-interest…

self_interest

whether
a person
or
a nation
lies
conceal
actions
actions
that reveal
wealth and power
are
more important
than
human lives
lives
crushed under
the weight
of
their own
ignorance
and
blind faith
faith
that words
are
sacred
even when spoken
without
a shred
of
sincerity

 

 

a regrettable poisoning…

a regrettable poisoning

these things
do
sometimes
happen
and
have been
prescribed
as
an act
of
god
you know
that
old
god willing
stuff
like
god
gives a damn
about
what
happens
on
earth
given
duties
of
the universe
new
stars births
and
such
a more
appropriate criminal
is perhaps
humankind
those arbitrary atoms
bombarding
one another
unable
to control
even
minor reactions
with
one another
but
let’s set
guilt
aside
and
consider
the ingestion
of
poison
poison
clearly labelled
yet
taken
without reservation
so
who should
bear the burden
of
blame
those concocting
notorious
chemical compounds
of
death
or
those refusing
to
read
the labels
which is
just
another case
of
ignoring
the
handwriting
on
the wall
perhaps
we’ll need
another
burning bush
to
validate
the
obvious

 

 

about that gnat in your soup…

about that gnat in your soup

i want
to
sincerely
express
my appreciation
for
your honest
statement
of
your deepest trepidations
but
as a mild point
of
perspective
i liked
to
call to your attention
to
this year’s
169 thousand deaths
of
mothers
that occurred
during
childbirth
oh
and
the
2 million hectares
of
forest
that has been lost
to erosion
erosion
produced
by
man’s negligence
of
the planet
oh
and one last thing
to mention
the
23 thousand people
who died
of
hunger

today
but
your serious
concerns
about
the availability
of
live lobsters
in
your local
market
will
of
course
be
given
appropriate
consideration