state of the nation…

the state of the nation

it’s a police state
goose-stepping towards yesterday
corporate greed mandates
your share of national wealth
but it’s morally bankrupt

a dream we had…

a dream we had...

for a brief
moment in time
we believed
the
dream
could come true
that
our words
could save lives
and
change
the course
of history
but
after all these years
we are still
counting bodies
from
war
and
seeing
women
denied
the rights
to
their own bodies
love
one another
is still
really
just
the lyrics
of
a song
sang
by
a few folks
sipping martinis
at
the club house
a sentimental relic
of
college days
days
when
some of us
watched
our friends
being dragged off
by
the police
some
never
the same person
once returned
from
captivity
some souls
are
perishable
war
rape
and
police batons
can do that they say
just as bullets
can end
life
and when
the white sheets
are replaced
by
dark uniforms
of
blue
or
black
the murders
are
made justifiable
lynchings
without
ropes
nothing has changed
but once
we had
dreams

 

 

conversion disorders…

conversion disorders

what
is the line
between
cruelty
and
kindness
how is it
that
the same people
who are
offered blessings
by
some
are
easily murdered
by
others who
have
no compassion
in
their eyes
just
loathing
sadly
humans
see
what
they believe

 

 

open-air prisons…

open-air prisons

long term
detention centers
have been established
in both
urban
and
rural
areas
to
facilitate
availability
of
cheap labor
for
our corporate
and
community
job release programs
these expansions
have resulted
in
the necessity
for
additional security services
for
patrolling
penal colonies
and
periodically
reminding inmates
via
random
stops
searches
and
seizure
of
their existence
that
they don’t have
voting rights
as for those
prisoners
living outside
the prison confines
and
firmly established
in
viable
work furlough programs
let me
assure you
that they
are
subject to
the same
prison system security procedures
to
insure compliance
with
our concept
of
social confinement
even when
living outside
america’s
ghettos
and
poverty rich
communities

 

 

the grinding stone…

the grinding stone

western winds have subsided
death’s grinding stone lies idle
but as always hate’s winds will return
grinding racism will once again
turn innocent lives into funeral dust

combat episodes…

he’d seen
every
john wayne
movie
and
every
episode
of
cops
his
black
spit shined
boots
set off
his
neatly pressed
military
fatigues
and
sheriff’s badge
looking
totally
combat ready
carrying
the M4 carbine
slung
across
his chest
he was
well prepared
for
his starring
role
so with cameras
rolling
the team
burst
into
the family’s home
shattering
the wooden door
with
explosives
then
flash grenades
to
dramatize
their entry
finding
crying children
mother
naked
in bed
father
slammed
to
the floor
as
he tried to defend
those
he loved
then
shots fired
teenage son
in pool
of
innocent blood
dark like
his skin
radio interrupts
the production
filming
they’re
at
the wrong
address

herd immunity…

group resistant to
the rule of law and justice
because of their badge

 

random acts of violence…

simulated waves
of
empathy
wash over
the bodies
in
the street
bodies
wearing
corporate logo t-shirts
corpses
photographed
like
selfies
on
iphones
and
posted on facebook
for
likes
by
social mercenaries
dreaming

of
corporate sponsorship
while

police
with
city seal embossed
face masks
employ
non lethal rubber coated
lead bullets
into
the eyes
of
reporters
and
into
the skulls
of
vietnam vets
those
old men
on
their way
to fill prescriptions
for
heart meds
a
med
not need
for
those without
a
heart