the reign of witches…

campaign

it ain’t nothing new
a time tested recipe
drop into the pot
handfuls of fear salt with hate
stoke the fire with lots of lies
when it’s nice and hot
pass the brew around and watch 
as hatred takes hold
as mindless disciples drink
ignorance’s sacrament
now they only hear
the incantations you spew
willing to follow
and do your every command
without a moral compass
defying their own beliefs

 

 

the back of the bus…

the back of the bus

welcome
have a seat
at
the rear
of
the bus
we’ve
designed it
so
it looks
just
like
the front
only
looking to
where
we’ve been
it even comes
with
its own
humanoid driver
fashioned
to look
like
lincoln
for we know
how much
your
people
admire him
even though
his motives
for
your emmancipation
were
less
egalitarian
than
you’ve
fantasized
however
that has
served us well
you
continue
to
blindly vote
for
our candidates
out of
allegiance to the past
and
we’d like for you
to
continue
so we
place
center stage
one or two
of
yours
on
every
campaign camera angle
remember
even if we limit
your voting rights
we
want you to stay
right

fear #4…

hounds of hell

pledges
of
allegiance
in pursuit
of 
singularity
whether
it be
religious
political
or
social ideas
have created
the greatest
nightmare
for all
those
covenant words
transform
even
the lambs
of
god
into
the hounds
of
hell
willing
to shred
even
the flesh
of
their own
offsprings
to feed
the lust
of
intolerance

 

 

vagabonds…

vagabonds

you’ll find
nothing beyond
the
shadows
of
their words
there’s no truth
to be
heard
only
repeated
lies
formed
into
political sacraments
placed
upon
the tongue
as an offering
to
ignorance
no
substance
for
the body
but
enough
empty promises
to
fill
the
void
of
mindless pilgrims
pilgrims
seeking
what has
never existed
on
this planet
yet they
aimlessly wander
through
vacant dreams
of
personal glory
and
take
guided tours
of
the ruins
of
true thought

ideologues…

ideologues

belief is the foundation
of moral compromise
and to complicity 
to crimes against humanity

african burial grounds…

african burial grounds

the truth’s been
paved over
a black layer
of lies
covers
the visible surface
while
the foundation
of
your existence
is hidden
beneath where you
stand today
your
firm footing
provided by
what you have
failed
to learn
and
understand
your crime
is one
of
ignorance
and
blind acceptance
for even
a mother lies
to
conceal crimes
of
passion
so
it should be
no surprise
that
a nation
seeks to bury
its
cardinal sins

 

 

like some senators…

like some senators2

noticed quickly
seats
carefully rearranged
filling in
the blank spot
left
by a departure
but
everyone stood
none
of the guests
spoke a word
confused
by
the obvious
where
to sit
everyone
had assigned seats before
claiming a new spot
without guidelines
required
realignment
of
their thinking
asserting their beliefs
about
their position
in
life
what if someone
disapproved
of their selection
might that not lead
to another departure
perhaps
their own
might it best be
to just stand
swaying back and forth

thoughts during sleepless nights…

thoughts during sleepless nights

there are
more
dead
than alive
on
battlefields
so
many martyrs
rushing to death
to
save souls
lost
long
before
the battle began
but
blind belief
as
all
belief
has to be
since
belief
has no foundation
in
reality
it’s just
an undocumented
immigrant
outside the borders
of
reason
settling
wherever
there
is
a vacant heart
those
homeless encampments
thirsty
for
hope’s pure waters
said to flow
from
the fountain
of
youth
or
perhaps
the concept caves
of
rebirth
that
eternal existence
that can
shun
the coldest
of
death’s frosted earth
for
it is said
that the soul
rises
before
entering the grave
so
what use
were those bells
were
they for
just nonbelievers
who were
prematurely
ushered
into
the void
not
having a chance
to
declare
tho
hesitantly
their belief
in
the wonderland
of
afterlife
but
who is to say
since
no one
has
stepped forward
from
their crypt
to
provide
any
testimony

when vision fails…

when vision fails

what’s
before us
seems less
clear
the details
like
the truth
cannot be
distinguished
from
what
is hidden
in
lies’ shadows
those
words
between
the words
said
that are
so easily confused
with
reality
for
most disciples
of
tykhe
desire
that
their
beliefs
are
the gospel truth
though
most often
they
are not
rather
they’re
a convenient tool
for
political salesmen
to use
to
sell their snake oils
seems like
carnivals
have not
really
gone
out of style
in
the political circus
public schmucks
continue
to toss
balls of dollars
at
leaded kewpie dolls
that only fall
when
the peddler’s bank account
has reached
a stage
of
overflowing
or
the poor sap
is
about
to walk
away
before
their pockets
have been
fleeced
completely
to
fund
an undeserved
retirement
for
personal
public
service
at
which point
the only one
needing
a white cane
is
the public