let’s play a game…

pretend for a moment
that
freedom is attainable
freedom
to love
and
be loved
by
anyone you choose
let’s add to this fantasy
let’s pretend
freedom
is all about
the individual
and
not what’s been defined
by some group
as
freedom
so
in this game
men and women
are afforded
the same opportunities
and
are rewarded
according
to their
level of performance
not
their gender
oh now here’s a real serious twist
to
the game
let’s pretend
that the color of your skin
has no bearing
on
what freedoms
one can have
or
the moral support
one receives
from
world societies
such that
a war in africa
and
a war in ukraine
would receive
the same level
of
active empathy
and
intervention
oh
there’s
no need for you
to worry
about learning the rules
for it’s
just a game
of
make believe

no expedient allegiance with faith…

knees sore from praying
thumbing for a new passage
for understanding
compromising with evil
but not one can be found

 

when saints dance with devils …

the chamber’s littered
with charred bones and melted gold
wealth of the nation
abstracted from its people
solely for a few’s pleasure
but fools won’t complain
they believe their battles won
but the gold’s been cast
into their final death masks
poured over their moral souls
stealing their last breath
branding their souls with their greed
leaving sunken eyes
empty of tomorrow’s hope
like rats on a sinking ship

 

without a window…

rancid air fills lungs
what’s outside makes no difference
what’s said is what’s real
question none of existence
when the bell rings salivate

 

arrogant and self-righteous…

 

there you are
talking
all high-and-mighty
like
a preacher
from
a pulpit
sermonizing
’bout
the need
for
others
to stop
their
sinful ways
yet
you alone
deny
food and shelter
to
the poorest
you alone
deny
the sick
a healing hand
unless
the palm
already
holds a coin
if not
thy will be done
thereby
issuing
death warrants
to millions
just
to add billions
to
billionaires
you alone
deny
children
access
through
the doorway
from
deprivation
to
a future
you
alone
america
you
alone

 

so you wanna buy a bridge…

don quixote dream
america great again
national snake oil

fools mate…

dying for freedom
rarely involves the wealthy
or those in power

united sleepy hollows…

having seen
washington’s
headless horseman
the blind bag prophet
said to me
i ain’t saying
griffin’s photo
wasn’t in bad taste
hell
i didn’t like
the monkey version
of
obama
nor
the one with
hillary
bursting
from his chest
so
anytime
one stoops
to the level
of those
talked about
one becomes
the monster
but
the fact is
political cartoons
are generally
tasteless
and
in the case
of the headless wonder
i think it was
symbolic
of
what ‘s happening
to others
in this country
and
world
as a result
of
self-centered behaviors
with
an attitude
of
let them eat cake
lots
of families
gonna die
cuz
of current policies
we
won’t see
their bloodied heads
but
they’ll
truly
be dead