the forgetting…

the forgetting

from franco
to
trump
the stench
of
death
cannot be hid
it
flows
from
history’s bins
of
oppression
and
from
unmarked graves
now
covered
with grassy lies
and
halfhearted
apologies
for
atrocities
committed
now
undeniable
yet
politicos
strive
once again
to
rewrite lines
of
truth
with lines
of
deceptions
and
subterfuge
saying
to move on
we
must
forget
what happened
to heal the nation
said
as they
brush off
dried blood
from
their sleeves
and
hands
the blood
of
complicity

in due time…

those eyes
you
will not
stare into
for fear
they’ll see
that
your strength
is nothing
but
weakness
will soon
pierce
your façade
stripping you
naked
for those already
laid bare
will want
the same
for
you

the oppressed…

you can’t hear my thoughts
though they are quite deafening
nor chose to see me
but there’s centuries of wrath
staring at your eyes beware

 

another laundry day…

child
ain’t nobody
gonna
wash
your laundry
those stains

have been
on
your bed sheets
for
years
and
as much as
you’d like
they
ain’t
no
turin shroud
looks
more to me
like
the face
of
a dying nation
outlined
in the blood
of
its
fringe
citizens
but
you do as you wish
add
some more
bleach
to
make it
as
white
as
snow
just like
you’ve done
everytime
that stain
for
freedom
reappears

 

bone hunters…

 

we search for fragments
of what was so once alive
we hunt for freedom

 

4th of july flashback…

all the dictators
are having parades with tanks
our tiananmen square

 

insurrection…

when what defines life
has been removed by men’s greed
then death holds no fear
since the fear of death is gone
the tyrannized revolt armed