some nasty scars…

malpractice

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

 

 

the back of the bus…

the back of the bus

welcome
have a seat
at
the rear
of
the bus
we’ve
designed it
so
it looks
just
like
the front
only
looking to
where
we’ve been
it even comes
with
its own
humanoid driver
fashioned
to look
like
lincoln
for we know
how much
your
people
admire him
even though
his motives
for
your emmancipation
were
less
egalitarian
than
you’ve
fantasized
however
that has
served us well
you
continue
to
blindly vote
for
our candidates
out of
allegiance to the past
and
we’d like for you
to
continue
so we
place
center stage
one or two
of
yours
on
every
campaign camera angle
remember
even if we limit
your voting rights
we
want you to stay
right

forever ago…

forever ago

the nation’s
first charters
crafted
by
the founding fathers
concealed
their intent
to build
an empire
like
that in britain
a matter of
pure greed
and greed’s
cancerous effects
though denied by historians
was evident
for
one
merely needed to count
the slaughtered bodies
that
history had disguised
as
acts of valor
by men
claiming that freedom
was
their reason for murder
so indigenous
women and children
were just
collateral damage
during
the nation’s founding
the fields of battle
a place of
scorched earth
and
rape
in liberty’s name
not your
usual concept
of
patriotic acts
of
valor
but crimes
of
hate and greed
which was
infused into
the nation’s fiber
but
the founders knew
that
few
would
want to die
for another’s greed
so
parables were created
to conceal
the truth
so war’s dead
could be wrapped
in flags
and
national fables

 

 

adulterated…

adulterated

cellar wine bottles
though they look identical
some are now bitter
tainted grapes when bottling
from life’s polluted waters
flowing through the world’s nations
acidic waters
that have hate’s lingering taste
that cannot  be concealed
by history’s polished glass shells
nor the labels shown outside

when eyes avert…

when eyes avert

a
wall
of
death
names
scribbled
onto
old
decaying
wooden planks
of
history
those
souls
lost
in ignorance
believing
that
online propaganda
could
somehow
or
should
rebuke
science
so
they
joined hands
forming
a circle
around
their misconceptions
to
shield
those
within
but
those
within
all
died
but
the protectors
cheered on
by
the patrons
of
greed
and
power
couldn’t see
the
obvious
for
they
were
looking
outward
facing
the blinding
light
of
truth
unable
to
see
the carnage
of
their
blind beliefs
bodies
piled
high
into
eternity

now that you’ve asked…

prayer or staged devotion...

beliefs
empty shelves
for
the homeless
and
blind believers
of
words
translated
from
a contrived text
carefully
written
to
reflect
current
marketing trends
but
as
the market
has changed
numerous
rewrites
have been
required
rewrites
where
history
remains
but
a culturally
accepted
mass
propaganda
used
to shape
young minds
into
a fantasized
void
of
yesterday
where
lollipop kings
and
fairy queens
grant
wishes
that
should have never
been
made

suicide notes from america…

suicide notes from america...

i’ve become
more
depressed
lately
by
the
way that ignorance
has
enveloped
the
world around me
my
delusions
of
freedom
have
been
replaced
with such a deep
remorse
for
believing
and
dreaming
that
life
could be
as
promised
they
were always
eggshell hopes
but
gradient moments
of
freedom
kept
the fantasy
alive
but now
as
death
becomes
the main course
of
my future
i’ve
reconsidered
my insanity
as
a bit
of
self-hypnosis
brought on
by
societal spin
which
is
neither
here
nor
there
just
a side reference
for
my
note

course of study…

whitewashed history
pages of propaganda
taught in public schools
subjugation without chains
an embedded enslavement