conscription of thought…

ideas tailor fitted
for
public consumption
developing
an
acquired taste
for
the objectionable
killing
becomes
an act of faith
or
a necessary price
to pay
for
fill-in-the-blank causes
the
sales personnel
for
these marketed callings
dress
according
to
the product
being sold
wearing
symbolic uniforms
conveying
a contractual covenant
with
soon-to-be-named
and
documented deities
official
evidence
provided
upon request
from
handwritten human text
since
deities
rarely write
but
are more than willing
to
incite
romantic writings
quite
digestible
to
a core
of
white caned followers

dubious…

dubious

two
naturalized citizens
that had fled
the carnage
in syria
one
retired judge
sporting
an alligator briefcase
three
soccer moms
wearing
the latest
neighborhood fashion
two
senior citizens
wearing
behind-the-ear hearing aids
three
elementary school teachers
with
bloodshot eyes
most likely
from
reading composition papers
one
middle-aged man
with
an indistinguishable accent
and
you
one
minority cherub
with a broken wing
from los angeles
fallen
from grace
facing
a terrestrial hierarchy
a jury
of
your
peers

let me get this straight….

Modified Justice Statue Iran: From Wikimedia Commons

Modified Justice Statue Iran:
From Wikimedia Commons

the naked rambler
has spent eight years in prison
pistorius months

while the blind-lady danced…

while the blindlady danced

i asked
the brown bag prophet
if he’d heard
about
the new round
of
demonstrations
for justice
he said
yes
and
why don’t
you-all
go sing
another verse of
we shall overcome
with
any luck at all
you’ can
harmonize
with the voices
i’ve heard before
and let
your
blood
be washed away
from these concrete streets
of freedom
washed away
into the ocean
of history
like
those
well-intentioned folks
now rotting
in their graves
with
copper pennies
as their only reward
and
please
don’t bother me
with your
these things
take
time
bull
i ain’t got time
i got
this corner
and you
got
nothing

 

justifiable…

digital decoupage cwmartin

and
the beast
spoke
not
of hate
but
love
love
for those
chosen few
who would enter
heaven
but entry
required
cleansing the earth
of those
not
loved

as you wish…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

the shattered bones
of our forefathers
can be found
beneath
the foundations
and
railways
of this country
their dreams
ground into the mortar
used to bond
the bricks of greed
forming the halls
of blind justice
where
descendants
are ushered through
to steal
what is left
of their pride
as
a small token
of
society’s appreciation
for
their forefathers’ sacrifice
those
demanding equality
will be given
their
day in court
but
it will not matter
all
shall be buried
in the shallow grave
of deceit