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
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
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
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