random pages found on the floor #3…

random-pages-found-on-the-floor

i had but one dream
so simple it had no form
nothing to define
nor place on your bucket list
human dignity that’s all

bent blades of steel…

bent steel blades

every
now and then
i find
an old
unbaked brick
as
i turn up
the earth
with
my harrow
i
suspect
most find
such
items
to be a bother
when clearing
a field
but
i wonder
about those
who built
their homes
upon these lands
before
i was born
what
hardships
did they
endured
and
whose child’s unmarked grave
lies
beneath my feet
did they come
to this land
to be free
from
hate mongers
those
purveyors
of
only their god
the
peddlers
of holy books
written by men
whose sole purpose
was
to control
the lives
of others
through
blind obedience
to a holy shroud
of
ignorance
was such
ignorance
the trumpeting
of
rams’ horns
making
these
walls
fall down
leaving only
this brick
and then
i
wonder
do i
hear
in
my own time
the trumpets
of
hate
and
ignorance
moving around
the walls
of
what i thought
was
an impenetrable
humanity

diagnosis…

diagnosis

without
sanity
one
would let
children die
while
political debates
raged
about what to do
without
sanity
the world
would avoid
giving aid
to those in need
in lieu of
lottery tickets
without
sanity
a government
would send its children
off to war
while corporations
profit
from their deaths
without
sanity
yes
without
sanity

yes i know…

yes i know

his voice
harsh
and
filled with
fiery venom
blazoned
that
i
was
guileless
and
that
this world
was full of
hateful people
cognitive clones
heeding
pointless creeds
that undermine
all
humanity
by
acts of coordinated cruelty
self-appointed saints
wrapped
in their self-righteous shroud
of holy words
words
authored by
men
to justify
personal
and
socialized sins
claims
i could not
deny
deity or not
i still elect
to believe
that love
and
hope
are
the embers
needed
to light
the bonfires
to guide
our journey
if
such
beliefs
be naive
then
guileless
i
be

waiting for jury duty…

waiting for jury duty

whose child will we save
what laws of humanity
define a just cause

a just cause defined
to keep one small child alive
while another dies

died while another
war began with the question
whose child will we save

tour of poverty’s streets…

tour of proverty's streets

you
no doubt
have been warned
this is not manhattan
and
these
quaint savages
are not
lost souls
waiting for salvation
from you
or
anyone else
and though
you
see flesh
covering their bones
their
soul’s skin
has been stripped
of humanity
by
givers
of
freedom
and
sunday-school truths
givers
who
really prefer
a gated community
in
some place
like
the hollywood hills
so
go ahead
visit
the local schools
share photos
pass out
the bible-of-the-week
or
offer up
a welfare trinket
or two
but
be careful
not to wonder
into
the jungle
alone

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