due to rain…

 

he cannot recall
nor celebrate bravery
wearing fear’s mantle

 

junk yard dogs…

 

i checked in
to see
aunt bea
after
returning
from

a business trip
to
washington dc
aunt bea
noticed
that i was
upset
and
asked why
i said
i’m having difficulty comprehending
the hostility
that’s
being engendered
by
the white house
i just don’t know
why
aunt bea
said
as a child
i recall
that
the junkyard
down by the river
had
high fences
to
conceal
an array of trash
collected
over a lifetime
and
probably
illegal whiskey stills
it

also
had
the most vicious dogs
dogs
barking
day and night
hoping
to instill fright
into anyone
who dared
to
attempt to see
what
was
truly
behind
the fence

 

baby with the bathwater…

 

there
may be
criminals
indeed
there
may
be
so
we should
reject
everyone
at
our borders
everyone
pregnant women
frightened children
those persecuted
and
facing
certain death
in
their homeland
all
for
your
fears
you are
indeed
a
most
moral soul
and
a true
example
of
the american dream

 

since denied a vote…

 

i pray
the lord
his soul
to take
and
whatever
you do
don’t let
that
sucker
wake
i don’t mean
to
be
crude
but
that damn fool
is
cruel and rude
and
must be shown
that
god
ain’t one
of
his
political clones
so
i’ve lit
a couple
of
black candles
had
cheap whiskey
blown
in my face
just
to have him
put
in his place
and
if this shit
works
i’m doing it again
next
election day

 

who has truly committed crime…

 

child staring as darkness falls fears soon begin as do the tears
eyes searching the darkened cell hoping to find their parents’ eyes
their crime was the search for freedom but freedom’s dead and buried

 

acid attack…

 

her face disfigured
with hate’s ruthless disregard
for sacred freedoms
president’s caustic words tossed
onto lady liberty

 

ground zero…

 

once again the streets
will become the battlegrounds
unabated greed
blinds rich from consequences
but shields no one from anger