sin added to sin…

first came the lying
next delusions based on lies
then treasonous acts
while calling the innocent
by your own name criminal

 

gop murders and more…

one in a thousand
assassinated for their
political gain
national carpetbaggers
watching americans die

 

an abundance of caution…

the seeds of hatred
beneath the nation’s soil
need only warm blood
to bring forth the rotting corpse
of injustice to full bloom

 

we the people…

there’s no
i
in
freedom
no single
soul
that
brings
redemption
to
a nation
it is
and
has always been
we
however
subjection
does have
an
i

 

lynchings…

with eyes
that’s
seen too much pain
the old man
said
i’ve seen
these things
before
the strange fruit
that
hangs
from
the poplar tree
most times
its
skin is charred
or
covered with
tar
but always
some kind
of
whore’s around
smearing
red lies
on
the lips
of
others
these days
the whore’s
in
the white house
helping
to lynch
the press
and
everyone
who
seeks
to be
free

 

500 brigades to their death…

it was
to my understanding
hand-to-hand combat
though
there were
supporting efforts
the fights
were
on an individual basis
as such
no memorial has been planned
yet
these
hundred thousand souls
should not be
forgotten
for
when a soul
battles for life
the battle
is for all life
all those
that soul touched
or
would have touched
have
also suffered
death
some will know
to mourn
others
will only feel a sense
of
emptiness
not knowing

why
nor
could it be explained
if they knew
it was
the death
of
a soul not met
that created this void
in their life
for how does one explain
the death
of
so many
to satisfy
the insane aspirations
of
one man

 

trump murders the easter bunny…

many of you
have
accepted
the
needless deaths
of
thousands
of
americans
as
a result
of
the gross incompetence
of
the white house
but
i
personally
cannot
accept
the slaughter
of
the easter bunny
because
of
covid-19
inaction
oh
that veiled excuse
that
we will be
opened
by
easter
was no more
than
a smoke screen
while
the president
family
and
friends
stuffed
their wallets
with
our tax dollars
whatever
my problem
is
the assassination
of
my
candy man
the easter bunny
and
his family
they
are
history
and
for me
that’s
the last straw
we
must
rise up
and
end
this pandemic
of
incompetence

 

pangloss goes to washington…

i can’t find my tears
for all those loved ones who’ve died
anger overrides
my feelings of grief because
much could’ve been avoided
those who are guilty
proclaim daily all is well
sequestered from truth
they spin deadly webs of lies
entangling souls in death’s web
but crowds continue
to pay to see the freak show
con men continue
to promise what cannot be
nor in truth ever has been

 

the book of dying 2:3…

soon rivers smelled odor of death
bloody barren land bore no fruit
oil blackened soil choked earth’s creatures
as rich men toasted their success

 

manananggal…

a different country
so no one expected a man
true separator
separating the whole world
preying on freedom’s life blood
since it’s not alive
bullets of silver dollars
pass right through its soul
the evil spirit cried out
no chance that the buck stops here