guising…

running door to door
like a swarm of angry bees
ignoring danger
children dash to collect treats
like a self-centered nation

writing on heaven’s walls…

i had planned
to sing
a merry tune
for you
to raise
your spirits
from life’s despairs
but
i could not find
one rhyme
while
words
of hate
fill the air
like
summer cicadas
nestled in
a nation’s darkness
so
i sat here
pondering how
to overcome
these barren thoughts
and
as i did
i saw one finch
join in song
with another
then
another
and
it was as if
god
had provided
the answer
we
must join in song
in a chorus
that defies
darkness
to usher in
the
new day’s
light

america singing an old tune…

the brown bag prophet
said
when i was young
it was
illegal
for a black
to marry
someone white
though
some brave souls
did
and
were punished
in ways
most cannot understand
but then
the laws changed
and
blacks
could marry
anyone
but
they paid
in ways
most cannot understand
now days
it’s politically incorrect
to mention race
or
gender preferences
unless
you’re one of
the president’s men
who clearly
state
you’ll pay
in ways
most
cannot understand

the parallel story…

Public Domain Image: Julius Schnorr von Carolsfeld: Fleeing Sodom and Gomorrah

nation like lot’s wife
looks back instead of ahead
with the same results