the smell…

the smell...

i’m not sure
why i didn’t notice
it before
perhaps
the window
was partially opened
and
i must
have been closer
to
the window
so
the stench
went
unnoticed
but
i’ve heard
others
speak
of
it
but
i was certain
for awhile
that
they were
quite
mistaken
but
now
the smell
is
totally
oppressive
putrid smells
of
a slaughterhouse
bends
my body
to
the ground
as
i retched
when
i realize
that
in
the darkness
of
these
last few years
it was
the smell
of
the rotting corpse
of
freedom

madmen and mortals…

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such a fragile shell
that holds
this thing
called
life
with
the center
as
the soul
how
easily
life shatters
with
the slightest
force
so
it is surprising
how
man
willingly
discards
his most
precious gift
from
the gods
forfeiting
existence
for
the void of vanity
or
the illusion
of
allegiance
some merchants
will
without hesitation
sell the souls
of
others
no matter
the duration
of
their existence
young or old
matters not
as long as
there’s a profit
to be made
traffickers
of inhumanity
tossing aside
the broken lives
as if chaff
in the wind
so it is
that
so many
lives end
some
even before
they’ve begun
for
madmen
rarely see beyond
themselves

 

 

conversion disorders…

conversion disorders

what
is the line
between
cruelty
and
kindness
how is it
that
the same people
who are
offered blessings
by
some
are
easily murdered
by
others who
have
no compassion
in
their eyes
just
loathing
sadly
humans
see
what
they believe

 

 

denial of genocide or how to repeat the crime…

denial of genocide or how to repeat the crime

a piaget stage
once hidden from view it’s gone
childish behavior
but promoted by fascists
for such obvious reasons

the forgetting…

the forgetting

from franco
to
trump
the stench
of
death
cannot be hid
it
flows
from
history’s bins
of
oppression
and
from
unmarked graves
now
covered
with grassy lies
and
halfhearted
apologies
for
atrocities
committed
now
undeniable
yet
politicos
strive
once again
to
rewrite lines
of
truth
with lines
of
deceptions
and
subterfuge
saying
to move on
we
must
forget
what happened
to heal the nation
said
as they
brush off
dried blood
from
their sleeves
and
hands
the blood
of
complicity

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