how mcdonald’s et al destroyed the world…

everything’s
fast food
what we
eat
read
and
how we
contemplate
the world
around us
it’s easy
to do
ipads
and
watches
deliver
takeout
predigested news
served up
with
side dishes
of
calorie laden
commercials
for
our consumption
carefully conceived
and
cooked up
by
monetizing
algorithmic
corporate chefs
and

since
our minds
are not feed
anything
to chew on
the
political
and
marketing lies
are
easily digested
by
democracy’s
couch potatoes
who
without
any
physical effort
on their part
not
even
the consumption
of
weight loss pills
still manage
to
lose
significant portions
of
their freedom

an incomplete life…

the empty spaces
wedged between your dreams are fears
forced in by others

 

failed parenting…

always
fragile
and
weak
but
there had always
been
someone there
offering
care
and
nursing
its need
for
light
but
gold
gilded words
deflected
the light
and
democracy
began
to die
without
the light
of
truth

 

the book of dying 1:7…

but death spoke offering false hope
and people listened denying all truth
choosing the darkness over the light
counting their coins not other’s lives

 

ain’t nobody here but us chickens….

world
democracy
ain’t nothing
but
a chicken
with
it’s head cut off
without
strong
humanitarian leadership
flip
flopping
around
spilling
children’s blood
all
over the ground
and
mighty nations
don’t
make a peep
about
the carnage
since
they’re
looking forward
to
greed’s
feast
carelessly
made
with
cunning
bloodied hands
from
selling weapons
to
both
warring parties
you
might
rightly call
those
nations
chicken pluckers
for
as the earth
is plunged
into
the boiling water
of
climate change
they’re
busy
pulling
earth’s resource feathers
off
to stuff
their pillows
with
dollars
but
one day soon
no one
is
going to have
a place
to
sleep

 

denial of climate change…

 

i’ve
begun
to wonder
if
blindness
is acquired
after living
in
the light
too
long
the question
was
perhaps
engendered by
all
the dark days
with
rain
we’ve
been having
i’ve noticed
how
even
the slightest
ray
of
sunlight
can become
overwhelming
when
one’s eyes
have
become
accustomed
to
the darkness
and
how
the sound
of
rain
like the voices
of
dying children
soon
become
all too
familiar
how
small
pained faces
become
blurred
behind
a fog
of lies
and then
invisible
in the darkness
as
if
they don’t exist
i suppose
you could
call it
a blindness
of
sorts
or
just denial
after
a
brief period
of
true
democracy

 

american marionette…

putin’s puppet
dances
on
strings
of
lies
and
alibis
and
without
a backbone
it’s
quick
to blame
others
for
all
its missteps
but
alas
unlike
the puppet
who dances
bebop
when
his
master
gets up
and
leaves
it
cannot
stand
alone
so
falls flat
upon its face
whimpering 
in the night
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