dividend check…

 

you
ignore
your part
in
the slaughter
for
you cannot
hear
the captive-bolt gun
nor
feel
the confinement
of
the chute
pressing
against
your
skin

 

i’ve taken to my bed…

 

doctor says
it’s
all in my head
but
i’m still
having
difficulty breathing
it’s as if
all
that
i’ve believed in
has been drained away
from
my body
so
i’ve taken  
to
my bed
each day
when
i try to rise
i find
that
each
breath
that defines
freedom
has been
taken away
so
i crawl back
to
my bed
wondering
how can it be
that
this nation
once
a symbol
of
freedom
and
justice
has become
a cesspool
of
personal greed
and
arrogance
that’s why
i’ve
taken
to my bed
but
the doctor says
it’s
all
in my head

 

waifs ruin bull market…

 

who will buy your wears
the children with empty stares
reaching adulthood
but they have no homes nor coins
you took those from their parents