southern comfort…

southern comfort

just below the surface
remnants of an innocent life
beneath a blanket of fabricated stories
covered by layers of lies
and kentucky blue grass

 

 

open-air prisons…

open-air prisons

long term
detention centers
have been established
in both
urban
and
rural
areas
to
facilitate
availability
of
cheap labor
for
our corporate
and
community
job release programs
these expansions
have resulted
in
the necessity
for
additional security services
for
patrolling
penal colonies
and
periodically
reminding inmates
via
random
stops
searches
and
seizure
of
their existence
that
they don’t have
voting rights
as for those
prisoners
living outside
the prison confines
and
firmly established
in
viable
work furlough programs
let me
assure you
that they
are
subject to
the same
prison system security procedures
to
insure compliance
with
our concept
of
social confinement
even when
living outside
america’s
ghettos
and
poverty rich
communities

 

 

herd immunity…

group resistant to
the rule of law and justice
because of their badge

 

garland of freshly cut tears…

placed upon the street
love’s silent testimony
dried salty white wreath
left by a grieving mother
oblation to freedom’s god

 

no good deed…

grew up
in
small
midwestern town
surrounded
by
liberal friends
and
family
so
almost
forgot
i
was
black
but
couldn’t avoid
cultivated racism
even
when
protecting
a poor white friend
with
polio
as
he dragged
one foot
being
taunted
by
neighborhood bullies
he decided
to
side
with
his white tormentors
when
they challenged
his
whiteness
he chose
to
turn on me
that’s
how deeply
slavery’s caste system
has been
embedded
in
the social fabric
of
the consciousness
of
even children
lesson
learned
even
after
a
red hot branding iron
loses
it’s
visible signs
of
danger
it
can
sear
the flesh
burning
into
the days
that
follow

 

law enforcement…

lost count
my soul’s numb
and
my lips
are
dried out
i tried
to read
all the names
of
those
murdered
on
the streets
can’t cry
anymore
anger’s dried my tears
for
i can still hear
the austrian glocks
silencing
the calmness
as
mother’s children
litter
life’s last moments
at
the hands
of
those sworn
to
serve
and
protect

 

syllables govern the world…

syllables govern the world

what words
are
the pain
for a child’s death
at
the hands
of festering hate
what words
heal
the pain
for a child’s death
at
the hands
of those sworn to serve
what words
are
reasons
for a child’s death
at
the hands
hidden behind law
what words
what
words