let the record show…

let the record show...

buried beneath
the rubble of political rhetoric
children
dying
in
the cancerous womb
of
ambition
and
greed
let the record show
as the children
cried out for help
and their bodies
were ripped apart
by assault weapons
only
self-serving words
were heard
from
washington’s marble halls
let the record show
those
who have sworn
to
serve
the nation’s people
selflessly
no longer wear
the nation’s flag
upon their lapel
but
weapons
used to kill
our children
proclaiming
the nation is second
to their quest for power
let the record show
their desire for power
is so strong
they are
willing
to devour
the entrails
of
children
born and unborn
let the record show

 

 

for the diary of an inconsequential justice department…

the brown bag prophet
was holding up
a sign
that read
fear not nra
given
there are
alternative meanings
i asked him
do you
mean
we should not
fear
the nra
or
that
the nra
should not
fear
the
latter
the prophet
said
because
they’ll lose
their
bump stocks
but
keep their
m16’s
so
we’ll all
have to continue
to
fear them
and
the murders
they
co-sponsor

gonna knock the snot right out of you…

gonna knock the snot right out of you

aunt bea
said
there are times
when
kind words
need to be
replaced
with
a swift
smack
across the head
any
fool
who thinks
guns
do not kill
should be
forced
to go into battle
with
a fully loaded
carrot
and
maybe
a sidearm
of
relish

adultery…

tin cup

the brown bag prophet
was sitting
on a bench
in congress park
next to a statue
of astraea
and had
a smug smile
on his face
as he read
how
us congressmen
had put
their
own job security
ahead of
their
sworn duty
he cackled
and said
and they call
me
a panhandler