another child’s grave…

another child's grave

tragic events
always
seem
to bring out
the
comparisons
how tough
things
were before
or
how good
someone
has it now
but
when it strikes
a child
we
retreat from
our
usual
self-pity dialogues
and
question
life’s fairness
we compare
our
childhood
with
the one
this child
will
never have
asking
why
what has this child done
that
all of heaven
has
forsaken them
there’s
never
a suitable answer
just
the old
god
works in mysterious ways
or
it’s his will
neither
ever addresses
the real question
why a child
and
not those
who brought
about
the child’s death

 

 

societal priorities…

societial priorities

it went unnoticed
but
a sparrow
died
today
didn’t make the news
like
the deaths
of
some children
children worldwide
of
color 
isn’t it strange
how valueless
some
lives
are
made

 

 

war games…

war games

rules of engagement
which no one really follows
civilized murder
has never been possible 
nor desirable since it
would restrict corporate profits

compulsory compromise…

showers

there’ll be no long prayers
barely time to toss ashes
into the night’s wind
there are no burial spaces
just missile and bomb craters
unfit for even the dead

5 million children…

childhood dreams

these are new orphans
none of them were deserted
their parents loved them
but orphanages are their fate
you’re asking how can this be
the answer is quite simple
you see some parents
died from the covid virus
before it was named
some to the known enemy
and some died with denial
arsenic laced politics
whatever the cause
these children are left alone
the love they once knew
has vanished before their eyes
now they must fend for themselves
fill their hearts empty spaces

unacceptable…

unacceptable

your condemnation
of
murdering
civilians
doesn’t quite make it
since
graves are
already
dug
and souls 
are
as cold
as death
you
seem to believe
words
speak louder
than
actions
so
here’s the problem
words
ain’t no
bullet proof vest
just your
moral placebo

 

 

the surest path…

the surest path

we were
given instructions
by
those we had entrusted
with
our nation
and
therefore
they were
the ones
charged to protect
not only
us
but also
all those
we
loved
so
we
followed
their directions
and
we moved towards
the gateway
to
our world’s future
but
the doorway
was
a mirage

global catering service…

global catering service

always believed
that
the world
i saw
would evolve
to
include me
but
ain’t nothing
changed
justice
is still sleeping
and
folks like me
are
more
than
welcomed
to
serve
but
not
eat

 

 

no hope orphanages..

MILITARY RELIEF EFFORTS IN HAITI

child of the dead
your name has been lost
soon you will forget
their touch
and
the warmth
of
their words
these muddy fields
and
makeshift tents
are
you new parents
but
they will not embrace you
nor
seek to feed you
now
you alone
must do those things
expect only
more
tears