nothing to write home about…

nothing to write home about

this path
of
freedom
is strewn
with
shards of hate
a path
not chosen
walking barefoot
into the night
pain
with
each step made
they say
i should be 
grateful
that i’m
permitted
to walk

greasy pole climbing…

greasy pole climbing

it is
a most
barbaric custom
where
with surgical precision
clear legal threads
seal the lips
of the impoverished
so
no sounds
of pain
or
discontentment
can be heard
above
the rhetoric
of equal opportunity
and
cultural diversity
oh there is
diversity
diversity
of
opportunity