razor blades in candy…

second floor apartment
could see
the brown bag prophet
a surgical mask
holding up
a series
cue cards
the signs read
sweet exterior
economic incentives
inside the bill are dangers
hidden agendas
blank checks for cutting ada
hurting children and placing others at risk
social funding cuts and more
now really
is it an incentive or exploitation
the prophet
then turned
another building


the book of dying 2:3…

soon rivers smelled odor of death
bloody barren land bore no fruit
oil blackened soil choked earth’s creatures
as rich men toasted their success


trump’s america_profits first…

doctors and nurses
begging for what their job needs
world’s richest nation
leaving those who truly serve
alone on the plains of death


the book of dying 2:2…

greed blinds men this death knew
so offered wealth instead of freedom
so men submitted for personal gain
so their dreams were easily raped


the book of dying 1:9…

workers’ prayers continued but no change
their loads grew as poverty did
as more died death smiled broadly
but some asked questions about life


the book of dying 1:7…

but death spoke offering false hope
and people listened denying all truth
choosing the darkness over the light
counting their coins not other’s lives


the book of dying 1:3…

as children died women cried out
these are children born from us
god charged us protect each one
but your greed sears their flesh