the machine…

no fancy
neural networking
to
adjust
to
environmental factors
nor
predictive subroutines
for
addressing
possible outcomes
of
actions taken
though
its
intelligence
is
artificial
its exterior structure
has
no sensors
so
feedback loops
are deemed
unnecessary
it is
a self perpetuating device
abstracting
resources
either by
the destruction
of
environmental elements
including
animate
and
inanimate objects
or
depleting resources
acquired
by
others
like single cell organisms
its sole
function
is to survive
for
it is
the political machine
of
the republican demigods

 

like the white rhino…

the bones of freedom
have been ground into powder
mixed with human blood
drunk by those who seek power
resulting in extinction

 

reopening america’s schools…

small
and
insignificant child
you
will be
canonized
some day
as
you
and
your peers
those
unwitting martyrs
to
the cause
of
the global economy
go back
to
school
so
your
parents
can
go back
to work
your deaths
will be
for
the greater good
of
the profit margin
and
the president’s
re-election campaign
as well as

bolstering
his
ego

 

those above the law…

you’re vinegar drops
on the crucifix of time
our blood warmed your feet
but shed blood turns to lava
and so our fate will be yours

 

inveterate…

has the world
changed
or
just
our
awareness
of
the world
the wounds
have always been there
some folks
just needed
a bit
of
salt
to feel them

 

tomb raiders…

like locusts
that
devour every living thing
grave robbers
have set upon
the land
they’ve come
in waves
the first
were
those
just seeking
the finest treasures
all the while
spray painting graffitii
to cover up
all the sacred symbols
the second wave
was comprised
of
magistrates
ministers of the law
seeking
personal glorification
by
possessing
those things that would
extend their power
in the eyes
of
others
the last wave
were common men
tearing
through the tomb
seeking
scraps
whatever
tossed aside
by
those
whose actions
had taken
justice
and
freedom
from
the nation

 

misinformation…

from broken windows
fear’s eyes peer into the night
seeing what’s not there
for ghost stories have been told
by those who thrive upon lies

 

sympathizers…

each took
a turn
to pound
the nails
into
the hands
and
feet
none chose
to
voice concern
for
their part
in this foul deed
since
each
blooded hand
obtained
personal gain
and
fame
for the crucifixion
of
the nation

 

free will…

outside an open grave
sun burns a man’s rotting corpse
there’s no one to grieve
dried fingers clutch coins of gold
he dug this grave years ago

 

random acts of violence…

simulated waves
of
empathy
wash over
the bodies
in
the street
bodies
wearing
corporate logo t-shirts
corpses
photographed
like
selfies
on
iphones
and
posted on facebook
for
likes
by
social mercenaries
dreaming

of
corporate sponsorship
while

police
with
city seal embossed
face masks
employ
non lethal rubber coated
lead bullets
into
the eyes
of
reporters
and
into
the skulls
of
vietnam vets
those
old men
on
their way
to fill prescriptions
for
heart meds
a
med
not need
for
those without
a
heart