some nasty scars…

beneath the layers
of red white and blue fabric
are some serious wounds
that have not completely healed
and though they are kept concealed
they’re ever-present
oozing an infectious hate
into the bloodstream
of even those not yet born
part of their inheritance
an inheritance
of denied national crimes
covered over with
the fabric of myths and lies
revisions to history
protection rewrites
turning criminals into
national martyrs
while the true martyrs that died
are ignored cuz it’s bad press
the founding fathers
started this whole mess so it’s
not too surprising
scars are deeply embedded
into the nation’s body
what’s most upsetting
is it appears that gangrene’s
in the nation’s mind
those once thought to be insane
now are heralded as leaders
surely this maddness
is a harbinger of death
the death of freedom
and of all our aspirations
for a true democracy

 

 

ecosystem stability….

hear we go again
heavy rains
of
concern
over
the middle east
and
africa
while winds
of
sanctions
are
diverted
by
a front
of
political denial
protecting
the state
of
israel
while
the downpour
of
missiles
created
a flood
of
funerals
in
the gaza strip
but
not too worry
the
un has promised
a
full analysis
of
death’s winds
so
rest assured
there’s
nothing going
to
be
done
but
you may experience
once again
a cold hail
of
emotional trauma
but
by now
you
should
be
climatized
to
that
as for
the forecast
more
of
the same patterns
of
social injustice
worldwide

justifiable homicide…

biblically inspired
post-it notes
placed
on the pages
of
history
easily removed
and
replaced
to
fit
the occasion
and/or
the whims
of
men’s
greed

the dog ate my homework…

folks at the white house
must be writing a book
called never our fault
it’s never incompetence
but always the other guy

 

denial of climate change…

 

i’ve
begun
to wonder
if
blindness
is acquired
after living
in
the light
too
long
the question
was
perhaps
engendered by
all
the dark days
with
rain
we’ve
been having
i’ve noticed
how
even
the slightest
ray
of
sunlight
can become
overwhelming
when
one’s eyes
have
become
accustomed
to
the darkness
and
how
the sound
of
rain
like the voices
of
dying children
soon
become
all too
familiar
how
small
pained faces
become
blurred
behind
a fog
of lies
and then
invisible
in the darkness
as
if
they don’t exist
i suppose
you could
call it
a blindness
of
sorts
or
just denial
after
a
brief period
of
true
democracy

 

interrogation gone wrong…

 

24
saudi assassins
at
my door
i
wonder
what’s in store
for
me
will i have my knees
when
they are gone
or
will the dawn
find
me
kneeless
or
worse yet
breathless

 

burial with sea…

knee-deep in water
their ancestral mother’s grave
buried once again
by humankind’s ignorance
and denial of earth’s changes

diagnosis code r41.84…

now
i’m not saying
there’s
any truth
to this
but
when
i was young
the
old folks
talked about
being
born
with a veil
over
your eyes
meaning
you could
see
spirits
and such
but
i’ve
never
bought into
the
i see dead people
kind
of thought
but
i must admit
i did have
a few
things happen
that
well
rattled
my cage
but
being
an educated fellow
i knew that
any mental door
to
spirits
or
anything else
could be closed
employing
freud
or
some other
psychological guru’s
mumble-jumble
and
i could
become
like
everyone else
in
this nation
denying
the death
and
destruction
before me

 

imperil guards…

spitting out feathers
outside the henhouse coop
the fox said
clearly
there’s no need
for
an
investigation
i
and
the chicken hawk
have concluded
that
there’s been
no wrong doings
here
the chickens
must
have
just
flown
the coop

for war…

inconsequential
one child washed upon the shore
hundreds die each day

hundreds die each day
no photos to record deaths so
inconsequential

inconsequential
when war does not have a face
hundreds die each day