when the wheels come off…

 

i cannot sleep
i hear
the night drums
pounding
within
my head
waking me
a
cold sweat
envelopes my body
in a shroud
of
fear
a civil war
is
coming
history
is about
to
be
repeated
once again
brother
against
brother
blood soaked
passions
will fill the gutters
of
hate and intolerance
a nation
poised
to
self-destruct
fulfilling
ancient prophecies
but
the dead
will not rise
nor
will the meek
inherit
the ravaged earth
they shall be
as
all shall be
the roadkill
of
man’s accelerated
greed

 

unable…

 

through
the glass plate
they
could see
on
the television
how
the world
came together
to
save
those children
trapped
in a cave
in
thailand
how
joyous
it was when
they
were freed
and
on their way
to be
reunited
with their parents
and
they wonder
when
and
if
the world
would
help them
reunite
with
their children
trapped
in the dark
border caves
of
america’s
racism
a nation
drowning
in
its own
fears

 

bodies left to rot…

 

how easily
the night
surrounds a dream
enclosing it
in
darkness
and
how
quickly
a dream’s
breath
can be stolen
ceasing
its heart beat
leaving
a cold corpse
of
hope
lying face down
in
the mire
of
hatred
human transgressions
against
gentle souls
carried out
with
a strong
esprit de corps
by
maggots
on
the body
of
humanity

 

bend over and….

unwashed dishes
were stacked
in the sink
the food
in the kitchen
like
the crops
in the field
sat
rotting
several
antiquated copper
phone lines
with
batteries
provided
the only communication
between
various
national outposts
since
the ban
on
all foreigners
in
the name
of
national security
ai
had directed
robots
to manage
and
carry out
the
day-to-day tasks
for
everyone
except
a few
fool hearted survivalists
who
were proclaimed
to be
doomsayers
by
the government
hell
no one expected
that
one massive blast
of
radiation
from
a solar flare
it was
followed
within
minutes
by
a secondary wave
of
charged particles
a coronal mass
ejection
that’s
when
the satellites
GPS
power grids
and
our robots
shutdown
for
the last
time

 

a white house shell game…

watch the crying child
moved from cell to foster care
distraction’s the game
so keep eyes on first lady
while parent’s eyes shed more tears

 

no way out…

to keep
the beast
contained
he carefully
designed
the box
its frame
was nailed
with
solid planks
of
oak
stronger
than
human hate
each plank
was
nailed
with
fear
from
the inside
to
prevent
the beast
from
pushing
the panels
out
and when
man
constructed
and
tested
the design
it
worked

 

do not disturb…

i must
apologize
for
my
verbal outburst
such
behavior
has become
quite
inappropriate
in
an age
of
denial
i
should have
ignored
the
indiscriminate
and
brutal
slaughter
of
palestinian children
and
accepted
whole-heartedly
the
sexual assaults
of
women
and
the adultery
by
the
leader
of
the so-called
democratic
free world
resigning myself
to
a judicial
and
congressional system
that
has failed
every
american tenet
of
justice
and
just
sipped
on
my white chocolate latte
and
been
happy