i don’t care…

terrorist state

whether it be
in the streets
of
la
chicago
kiev
odessa
east jerusalem
nay pyi taw
hotan
or
hong kong
the common crime
is
premeditated murder

go tell lois lane…

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folks watching
the screen
with
talking heads
that
mouth
the right words
of
erida
the ones
fools
want
to hear
believe
they’re superheroes
but
they don’t
don
a magical cape
or
have
superpowers
no
they shield
themselves
in
body armor
and
grab
assault weapons
then
slither out
to
slaughter
unarmed
women and children
an act
of
bravery
like
no other
of course
the real
heroes
are
those hiding
behind the screen
whose
vomit of words
is readily
consumed

when silence becomes betrayal…

if you do not speak
when children
are torn
from
their parents
and
caged
like animals
when will you speak
will you cry out
above
the wailings
of
thousands
of
loved ones
mourning
senseless deaths
caused
by
incompetence
if not then
when will you speak
will you denounce
the rancid words
of
traitors to this nation
and
its constitution
with
righteous indignation
and
honest condemnation
if not then
when will you speak
will you order
without delay
those
who enter
the chambers
of
freedom
screaming venomous
mantras
of hate
and
ignorance
is it then
that
you will
speak
harsh words
demanding
their departure
from
those hallowed halls
if
not then
when
will you speak
perhaps
you’ll hold your voice
until
your body
is dragged
by
those same rebels
to
a makeshift gallows
outside
the capital steps
your hands and mouth bound
and
your body wrapped
in
some confederate flag
is it then
that
you’ll scream
to be heard
above
the hideous mob
co-conspirators
that
you would not
speak of
and
to
before
now
but now
how
will you
speak
with your hands
posed
across
your chest

 

kintsugi…

a shattered nation
fragmented faith in freedom
can it be repaired
will the craftsmen who broke it
join and form truth’s golden bond
or will this nation
remain broken by greed’s hate
deliberately smashed
a broken vessel to be
tossed into history’s bin

 

an abundance of caution…

the seeds of hatred
beneath the nation’s soil
need only warm blood
to bring forth the rotting corpse
of injustice to full bloom

 

lynchings…

with eyes
that’s
seen too much pain
the old man
said
i’ve seen
these things
before
the strange fruit
that
hangs
from
the poplar tree
most times
its
skin is charred
or
covered with
tar
but always
some kind
of
whore’s around
smearing
red lies
on
the lips
of
others
these days
the whore’s
in
the white house
helping
to lynch
the press
and
everyone
who
seeks
to be
free

 

acid attack…

 

her face disfigured
with hate’s ruthless disregard
for sacred freedoms
president’s caustic words tossed
onto lady liberty