ain’t your…

since we know
you have
a short
little
attention span
we’ll start
with
the bottom line
we ain’t
your
anything
i
ain’t your brother
and
she
ain’t your sister
i
ain’t no pimp
and
she
ain’t no whore
i
ain’t on unemployment
and
she
ain’t on welfare
i
ain’t waiting for salvation
and
she ain’t waiting on you
i
ain’t like your pedophile president
and
she ain’t like his playboy reject
i
ain’t gonna shuffle
and
she
ain’t gonna shake it
i
ain’t hateful
and
she
ain’t fearful
we could go on
but
i think
even
you
can grasp
we
ain’t
your anything

senate votes for the unqualified…

along party-lines
sheep stroll into the wolf’s trap
greed’s the only bait

hiding in plain view…

the ugliness
of this nation
is
visible
but
like
the emperor’s
new clothes
the senate
and
the courts
refuse
to admit
to
the naked hate
and
lawless ambition
parading
down
white
marble corridors
corridors
which were
once
reserved
for those
who
truly care
for
human rights
and
dignity
it ‘s
a matter
of
protocol
politicos
say
adding
we must endure
such
behaviors
out of convention
but
we have
good intentions
for
the future
however
i recall
that
the road
to hell
is paved
with good intentions

in answer to your question…

how do i speak
of justice
that
grey fog
that lingers
along the coast
of life
though seen
from
the inland
it rarely
come this far
 ashore
here
only the smog
penetrates
the lungs
burning
with promises
never fulfilled
nor
intended to be
yet
the foot soldiers
of
innocence
march on
into battles
waving flags
that
mean
little
outside the confines
of
their
dream filled minds
they
like
old men
claiming
the wine
to taste
sweet
although
most know
it’s
as bitter
as
the vinegar
given to
christ
only
differing
by the innocent blood
that gives it
its color
blood
shed
by
seekers of justice
goose stepping
corporate marionettes
appropriately
dressed
for
their role
in
the world’s follies
performances
viewed
with sincere appreciate
by the elite
who would
applaud
but
such actions
would
highlight
the meaninglessness
of such deaths
so
they arrange
for a medal
or
two
as
intermittent reinforcement
but
all are given
a flag drapped coffin
a
consolation prize
a sort of
moral rubber ducky
to be
squeezed
during dark cold nights
provided
by
human greed
a replacement
for the sound
of a human heart
the heart
that was filled
with
love
the one
you used
to
hear

america first….

the brown bag prophet
stopped
me
and said
did you ever
see
disney’s
the grasshopper
and
the ants
the one
where
the grasshopper
says
the world owes us a living
cuz
it reminds me
of
current
commitments
to
the world
and
our nation’s
people
government
wants to play
and
dance
to their own music
being
more locusts
than
anything else
but
winter’s
going to come
and
i fear
we’ll
not
be prepared

uncontrolled wildfires…

unable to breath
each day we’re suffocating
hate and fear’s wildfires
ravage our humanity
a burnt out shell-nation’s left