forever ago…

forever ago

the nation’s
first charters
crafted
by
the founding fathers
concealed
their intent
to build
an empire
like
that in britain
a matter of
pure greed
and greed’s
cancerous effects
though denied by historians
was evident
for
one
merely needed to count
the slaughtered bodies
that
history had disguised
as
acts of valor
by men
claiming that freedom
was
their reason for murder
so indigenous
women and children
were just
collateral damage
during
the nation’s founding
the fields of battle
a place of
scorched earth
and
rape
in liberty’s name
not your
usual concept
of
patriotic acts
of
valor
but crimes
of
hate and greed
which was
infused into
the nation’s fiber
but
the founders knew
that
few
would
want to die
for another’s greed
so
parables were created
to conceal
the truth
so war’s dead
could be wrapped
in flags
and
national fables

 

 

these things take time…

these things take time

the grave
they’ve prepared
for
you
is
the same one
as
your forefathers’
your bones
will cover
their bones
beneath you
will lie
rusted shackles
and
scorched flesh
the dried petals
of
freedom’s promise
are now
just compost
softening
the earth
for
your arrival

 

 

promyshlenniki…

a flag's silhouettes of death...

my uncertain moves
are not because of my age
it’s that i’ve been prey
and have learned to be cautious
skin hunters take on strange forms

heritage of violence…

heritage of violence

they’re disregarded
the graves of the forgotten
crimes buried deep and
over grown with denial
transgressions never atoned
america’s history

repeatedly raped…

repeatedly raped

history of degradation
denial of family rights
rejection of equality
covert systems of bondage
black life in america

 

 

ethic cleansing…

stars
have dimmed
once
vibrant colors
symbolizing
freedom
and
justice
have faded
bleached
by
the glare
of
ignorance
and
complacency
to

corrupt power
turning
this nation
into
a whiter shade
of
pale

 

a flag’s silhouettes of death…

you
demanded
that
i
stand for the flag
while
insisting
i should fall
at
your feet
whenever you
offer
some morsel
of
freedom
but
it was my family
that paid
in
blood
for the wealth
of
this nation
we have been
enslaved
beaten
degraded
and
murdered
for
centuries
without
cessation
of
violence
against us
for all
of
those years
and
yet
you pretend
to be
offended
when
anyone
questions
why
gratitude
should be shown
for
a history
of
barbarism

 

story of brutality…

To A Friend Having Gain Insanity

the sight
of
blood
flowing
on
the streets
may
engender
no
feelings
from you
since
it’s
not
your blood
but
rest assured
these
troubled times
may
soon
see
your blood
mingled with
black blood
and
your flesh
detoured by
wall street vultures
or

cannibalized
by
good
christian folks
who
have
a history
of
offering
their
god
to
slaves
immigrants
and
native americans
along
with
blankets and linens
contaminated
with
smallpox
it would seem
things
have not changed
but now
it’s
an offering
of
covid-19
from
the
white house

 

malpractice…

diagnosed cancer
but all treatment was withheld
patient was told lies
so life and liberty died
and now the bodies pile up