manuscript editing…

ghost writings...

if injustice’s dead would rise
and once again have human eyes
so they could find their oppressors
calling them out by name
we’d have to rewrite the history books

concurrent events…

concurrent events

a politically significant discussion
a virtual meeting of world leaders
debates submerged in political science
a seemingly insignificant child
buried today along side family

 

 

discrete deaths…

discrete deaths...

rarely found
on
page one
and
almost never
listing
the names
of
those murdered
instead
a monotone
vague portrayal
of
human lives
is
presented
as if
they were
some inert
objects
that were
merely
crushed
and
should be
of
no concern
to you
but
the assassins
carried out
their heinous
deeds
saying
hallowed be thy name
your name
for
you
are society’s
holy ones
whose lives
are
to be protected
at
all costs
from those
different
from
you
whether
it be
a child
or
a pregnant woman
combatant
or
noncombatant
nothing matters
but
thy
holy name

from the surface of the earth…

from the face of the earth

has israel
and
others
become
the
fourth reich
an embodiment
of
hitler’s
demonic purification
of
a nation
has
the blood
shed
become
the shield
for
atrocities
committed
with
ss precision
to
cleanse
the land
of
all those different
justified
by
hitler’s
emulation
of
the united states
seizing land
pushing
indigenous peoples out
or
massacring
women
children
and
all
who opposed
injustice
whether
they’re
fighting
or
praying
the
objective
is
the same
to
clear the land

 

 

televised crimes against humanity…

steel clad boots
on
city streets
black batons
strike
the faces
of
freedom
faces
shrouded
in
clouds of teargas
and
flash grenades
young warriors
against
trump’s schutzstaffel
mercenaries
masquerading
as
law-abiding agents
of
justice
but
merely
soldiers of fortune
contracted
to
carry out
a fascist
oppression
of
the rights
of
american citizens
all
this
to appease
one
man’s lust
for
power
and
the need
to play
the game
and
to win
the game
at
any cost

 

500 brigades to their death…

it was
to my understanding
hand-to-hand combat
though
there were
supporting efforts
the fights
were
on an individual basis
as such
no memorial has been planned
yet
these
hundred thousand souls
should not be
forgotten
for
when a soul
battles for life
the battle
is for all life
all those
that soul touched
or
would have touched
have
also suffered
death
some will know
to mourn
others
will only feel a sense
of
emptiness
not knowing

why
nor
could it be explained
if they knew
it was
the death
of
a soul not met
that created this void
in their life
for how does one explain
the death
of
so many
to satisfy
the insane aspirations
of
one man

 

the cleansing of the temple…

bringing his livestock
to the steps of god’s temples
the money chaser
with an unread bible prop
smirked like dead mussolini

 

ethnic cleansing of the 900…

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

 

the disappeared…

that shack’s
got no electric
nor
inside plumbing
as far as we know
nobody
visits 
that old man
most folks
say
he’s
a crazy old fool
only thing
he talks about
when he steps foot
off
his property
usually
just
to go
to the general store
is
the haints
in the swamp
the swamp’s
just beyond
his back door
at
night he burns
sage
and
holy impepho
covers
most of his face
in
soot
from
the cedar
burnt in his fireplace
as a child
i once
heard him talking
to
my uncle
said the swamp
holds the souls
of
runaway slaves
freedom fighters
and
soldiers
who thought
freedom
was theirs
because
they fought
in
the great wars
guess
the sheriff
and
town folks disagreed
their bodies
got swallowed up
by
the swamp
no
area 6 burial
for
them
i’ve been thinking
lately
that
he might not
be
all that crazy
especially
when
i watch the news
and
when i hear
how many people
that have
disappeared
sometimes
right before our eyes
like
that poor child
in palestine
guess
i’ll
burn
a little sage
tonight
lord knows
it
couldn’t hurt