mind your manners…

mind your manners

 

although death
had not scheduled
an appointment
it arrived 
none the less
complains
about
premature
and
unexpected
were
notoriously ignored
most folks
know
death
rarely sends out
notices
requesting
répondez s’il vous plaît
since
most
would never
reply
anyway

 

 

breaking news…

breaking news...

ain’t no breaking news
the same crimes are committed
over and over again
and the dead
still ain’t gonna get justice
for how do you give justice
to the dead
when their ashes are blown in the wind
to new crime scenes
while
those with blood on their hands
dine out on plush patios
wanting the wind to die down
for there’s
too much
dust
in the air

let the record show…

let the record show...

buried beneath
the rubble of political rhetoric
children
dying
in
the cancerous womb
of
ambition
and
greed
let the record show
as the children
cried out for help
and their bodies
were ripped apart
by assault weapons
only
self-serving words
were heard
from
washington’s marble halls
let the record show
those
who have sworn
to
serve
the nation’s people
selflessly
no longer wear
the nation’s flag
upon their lapel
but
weapons
used to kill
our children
proclaiming
the nation is second
to their quest for power
let the record show
their desire for power
is so strong
they are
willing
to devour
the entrails
of
children
born and unborn
let the record show

 

 

maybe tomorrow…

maybe tomorrow

one day
we’ll all
wake up 
alone
we’ll hear
those familiar sounds
morning birds
how the house
seems to wake
alongside us
it’ll be then
that
our hearts sink
and
our eyes
realize
we’re
in bed
and
truly
alone