bonfire of political delight…

bodies
piled
upon
urban dreams
stacked
like
old books
in
a scene
from
fahrenheit 451
bodies
of
children
weened
upon
a
dream
of
freedom
and
justice for all
now
just
emaciated
bodies
of
hope
layered
between
the dried dung
of
political promises
and
desiccated sticks
of
national loyalty
soaked
in
the kerosene
of
corporate
greed
to
be torched
and
forgotten

ethic war drums…

and again
the night is violated
with the sounds
of metal on bones
and the hushing of a mother
to a child
and again
a child’s tears
are used to wash
the fabric of hate
soaked with the blood
of intolerance
and again
the streets are red
and full of vomit
of political rhetoric
casting flames of death
upon another land
and again
a child’s blood is drank
from the unholy grail
of self-righteousness
by the light of a human bonfire
with devilish
merriment
and again
faceless images
fade into the night
trampling small bodies
and looting all dignity
from the shallow graves
of a nation’s respect
and again
and again
without
end