freedom’s song

ain’t no music
to be played
really
doesn’t matter
the song’s
been heard
before
with words
that
make promises
never
kept
for some reason
folks
always joined in
on
the chorus
guess
flaws are easily
concealed
when
the number
of
voices
are multiplied
but
those damn
solos
never seem
to
attract
a crowd
of
participants
it’s hard
to stand up
and
raise your voice
when
there’s
uncertainty
and
a voting audience
waiting in
judgement
to
contend with
easier
to
just wait
for
the
collective part
of
the song
the chorus
even if words
are
merely mouthed
you can’t
be proven
wrong

house cleaning…

it’s the start
of
the new year
need
to go through
my
iphone
contact list
and
delete
all
the names
of
those
sacrificed
for
the
financial
and
political
gains
of
society’s
charlatans

 

other people’s problems…

their tears and sadness
should not disturb your night’s sleep
sounds outside your door
should be ignored but you might
have to lock doors tomorrow

 

incantation to the dead…

child
there ain’t
no use
talking to the dead
your
calling upon
them
to
help the living
just
ain’t got a chance
in
hell
of changing a damn thing
do you
really
believe
they care
whether
or
not
a child goes to bed hungery
or
some common man
gets
evicted from his home
cause
he can’t pay the rent
or
whether
or
not
some working person
loses their job
and
can afford to meet
their family’s
most
basic needs
hell
you better take
a closer look
those bodies
you see seated
are
mere apparitions
of
what
might
have been
alive
once
but now
they just occupy
a senate seat

 

ain’t nothing to see here…

just dead body piles
oh you may know some of them
but the president
bets you’ll forget them if paid
so how much does your soul cost

 

how freedom’s lost…

most folks take notice
when a small dog makes a fuss
but the hounds of hell
arrive unannounced no sounds
silently taking a soul

 

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