razor blades in candy…

from
my
second floor apartment
i
could see
the brown bag prophet
wearing
a surgical mask
and
holding up
a series
of
signs
like
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
and
faced
another building

 

the book of dying 1:5…

the word spread ignore the dead
all dead children would have died
there was nothing to be done
accept your fate pray to god

 

the book of dying 1:2…

children died first with death’s arrival
ignored by men who fought wars
wars for gold measure of status
a world status nothing but vapor

 

new funding source for the border wall…

standing
in a line
outside
the old town
free clinic
was
the brown bag prophet
who said
i’m here
to get
my yearly
flu shot
don’t want
to
join
the 61 thousand
that
died last year
in
the states
guess
i’m luckier
than
some folks
like
those children
detained
at our
southern border
seems
us customs
and
border
protection
have decided
not
to give
influenza vaccine
to
migrant children
in
their care
that
should free up
some
bucks
for
the lump’s wall

 

as children die…

from beneath the wall
streams of blood started flowing
passers-by looked down
then stepped over the warm blood
their evening meal was waiting

 

abattoir…

the small ruminants
are lined up
on cold
concrete floors
use of knives
has been
prohibited
there’d be
a risk
of
noticeable
skin damage
but
there will be
no escape
nor mercy
the holding pen’s filth
will
soon
be washed away
but for now
a child
lies
unbathed
curled
in fear
for some
a child
of
god
for
others
a filthy beast
no better
than
lambs
for the slaughter
i wonder
what
do you
see
and
believe