magic bullet…

in greed’s crucible
you will find children’s ashes
mixed with gun powder
a campaign catholicon
funded by the gun lobby

 

 

 

with some political aid…

demons get their wings
every time there’s a murder
could be a bomb
or just a mass school shooting 
doesn’t matter as long as
they are innocent young souls

 

 

 

anti-abortionist…

poor
little
homeless waif
you were promised
so much
but
in the end
all you’ve been given
are
worthless words
words
impossible
to digest
and
further
give off no warmth
when
winter comes
nor
cooling shade
from
summer’s heat
oh
but rest
assured
you
were
useful
in
getting
them
elected
but
you can’t take
that
to the bank

 

 

diversionary tactic…

the numbers we use
can conceal horrific facts
like deaths per thousand
but it’s different if we say
a child is shot every hour
in this right to life nation

 

 

write offs…

haven’t you thought that
what you believe and accept
aren’t in harmony 
your pious teachings of love
and how you turn a blind eye

all ye little children…

lungs
filled with drops
of
death
children
drowned
in
others’ ignorance
babes
that couldn’t swim
in
the strong currents
of
political ambition
where
swift waters
of
self-obsession
pull
the innocent
into
the undertow
of
unofficial
campaign rhetoric
but
grave side mourners
should be
comforted
the dead
will be offered
prayers
from
their assassins
offered up
in
a voice
as
familiar
as
any traitor
of
life

had they found the body sooner…

a child
appears to be
school-age
the lifeless form
was found
lying
in a hospital bed
breathing tubes
in
place
no evidence
of
foul play
but
the parents reported
the child
was
forced
to go
to school
without a mask
governor’s mandate
and
although
the governor’s fingerprints
were not found
at
the scene of the crime
on
the child’s body
given
the passage
of
time to death
he remains
the prime
suspect

 

no fault of their own…

life leaves battle scars
soul’s deep emotional wounds
that transcend rational thought
symptoms are hate and anger
pressed upon the innocent

 

sleepless lambs…

caged lambs
wool soaked
with urine
from
the holding pens
shivering
frightened
grasping
for
one breath
of
the promised
freedom
from
oppression
not
this
slaughter house
of
innocent souls
but
now
it’s
lights out
at
the border
detention center

 

ethnic cleansing of the 900…

cloaked in night’s darkness
freedom’s children’s rights are raped
like women he’s raped