pain

by

according to tradition…

another
holy day
the word
will be spoken
prayers
will be said
then
the killing
will
continue
the poor
will
still starve
the dishonest
will
be
deified
false prophets
will pursue
political 
power

 

by

prepackaged tomorrow…

back porch silhouettes
spring leaves
clinging
to
trees
like
memories
of
youth
it’s
shopping day
a short drive
to
the market
in
a car
he almost
always
drove
on the list
lettuce and carrots
for
the cute bunnies
that
visit
the backyard
each
evening
welcomed
company
seven
frozen dinners
for
the week
some
lemonade
and
a large bottle
of
vodka

 

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sacraments on a walking tour…

please
show some respect
for
the dead
and
watch where
you
step
oh
i know
these
unmarked graves
make
it
difficult
since
there are
so
many
but
they
were
the children
of
hope
and so
should be
afforded
the rights
of
all martyrs
with
or
without
church
sanctioned
sainthood
their
blood
that
now nourishes
the
earth
once
flowed upward
nourishing
the hopes
of
all
who longed
to be
free
of
societal slavery
hopes
of
leaving
these favelas
as
equals
to
those
who have
imprisoned
the future
of
dreamers
dreamers
caged
in
shanty town nightmares
offered
colorful diversions
instead
of
freedom