been around
for
centuries
those
political craftsmen
creating
freedom’s
sidewalk art
chalk illusions
of
human rights
and
democracy
crafted
to trick
the eyes
of
everyman
throughout history
into
seeing
and
believing
that
they were standing
on
the firmament
of
freedom
but
were in fact
standing
on
the completely
flat
and
unchanging
black asphalt
of
ignorance
and
intolerance
and
what
shall we
tell
the dead
that
all
their sacrifices
for
freedom
were
uncalled for
since
we’ve
surrendered
freedom
to
a snake oil salesman
who
slithers
above
the moral
and
sacred
grounds
that holds
what remains
of
their
mortal frames
those
rotting corpses
that now
sadly
resembles
the human rights
for
which
they
died
so long
sought
pursued
with passion
but
when found
it seemed
quite simple
ubiquitous
in nature
expectations were
some golden glowing light
almost blinding
but
it’s
quite
straight forward
where one
listens to the heart
and
denies no one
the right
to live
this thing
called
wisdom
aunt bea
was sitting
on the front porch
with a neighbor lady
discussing
how much
things
haven’t
changed
aunt bea
said
you can
put as many ornaments
on a tree
as
you want
but
what lies
beneath
is still
a naked tree
discrimination
is
discrimination
no matter
how many
glitter laws
you put
on the books
such mandates
when held only
by
a thin string
of printed words
will fall
and
shatter
with the slightest
breeze
of ignorance
ropes
braided
from
strips
of
national flags
were
placed
legally
around the necks
of victims
of
emotional
and
physical
abuse
and
drawn
tight
until
each person
could feel
their pulses
as
ropes
tightened
rhythmically
with each breath
they took
and then
stripped
of
all
human rights
women
stood
breasts
exposed
for
the entertainment
of
crowds
of
onlookers
as
the social gallows
upon which
they stood
opened
the trap-door
of
ignorance
Challelnge Photo From Toni L. Cross
sorry
i have some
bad news
for you
the power
has been off for years
in this damn societal enclave
the only thing running through
these lines
is yesterday’s dreams
this recycled ball of trash
that we have been living on
ain’t worth the cost
of the security system
we keep spending billions
on a worn out corner of the globe
that erupts in smoke and ash
flowing with blood-red lava
through the veins of history
shakin’ like some old damn car
just before the wheels fall off
yet
folks we elect
keep telling us
for national security
we must spend more
for an old wooden door
with rusty hinges
shut tight
years ago
with nails
of fate
and
neglect
for true
human
rights
