requiems in the sand…

 

i’ve started writing
my new poems on the beach
words briefly exist
like the lives of those they speak
voiceless souls trapped in man’s games

 

prime time tv deity…

 

like those
who built
the tower
of
babel
he wants
to
build
a wall
not to reach
god
but
to
become
god
his wall’s
to
be built
from
the ground bones
of
freedom
mortared
with the blood
of
children
children
crushed
by
the weight
of
intolerance
and
ignorance
this monument
to
his pride
will assure
that
those
in this nation
will
never
understand others
in
the world
and surely
his
wall
will scatter
hatred
and
inhumanity

 

as they pulled her child away…

 

holding her own hand
she looked into yesterday
and cried for today

 

sing along with your own words…

 

lord knows
i ain’t
heard
this song before
deadly force
justified
for
women
and
children
to
protect
well armed men
from
their terrorist tears
tis
my country
where the hell
is
the liberty
and
the justice
for all
a land
stolen
by immigrants
now
rejects
immigrants
to defend
against
someone
from stealing
jobs
they don’t want
or
need
all encouraged
by
a draft dodger
who feigned
injuries
hell
to the chief
and
i mean
that
literally

 

having hear of a second border child’s death…

 

the brown bag prophet
stood staring
at
the night sky
his breath
beneath
the
street lights
formed clouds
of
reflected doubt
for a second
he
held his breath
and
said
as he
viewed
the city’s
apartments
so many
empty prayers
offered
this night
words
said
without faith
just
an evening routine
an
offering
to the ears
of
children
or
parents
enforcing
some church mandate
or
for some
a loudly whispered
testimonial
of
their
undying belief
in
church protocol
offered
to
anyone
in earshot
said
as
convincingly
as
a two-year old’s denial
of
an act of mischief
but
the prophet
said
i
guess
it’s good
to
take out
an
insurance policy
every
now
and
then
especially when
uncertainty
rules
the heart
and
no actions
are
taken
to protect
the
innocent

 

you make the call…

 

prez wants 5 billion
five seems to be the number
one in five children
go hungry in this nation
children or a border wall

 

barbed wire wreath…

 

white house christmas wish
hate’s thorny crown for children
border’s yuletide gift