whispered…

whispered

though
i’m not at liberty
to
provide
any details
a
word
of 
caution
might
be appropriate
the package
of
perks
given to you
as
part
of
your
induced
birthright
owing
to your
race
should be carried
quite
carefully these days
there are stories
not
of robbers
that
you’ve been
taught and told
to
fear
but
rather
those pretending
to be
your brothers
the ones
carrying
stones
hidden behind
their
veil
of
lies

the surest path…

the surest path

we were
given instructions
by
those we had entrusted
with
our nation
and
therefore
they were
the ones
charged to protect
not only
us
but also
all those
we
loved
so
we
followed
their directions
and
we moved towards
the gateway
to
our world’s future
but
the doorway
was
a mirage

voter fraud and other unicorn sightings…

voter fraud and other unicorn sightings

tell
the dead
whose
eyes
are
wide open
not
to
stare
at
the world
that’s
been
created
nor
speak
with
dried lips
about
what
has been
done
to
the earth
they inhabit
nor
those
unkept promises
made
when their lungs
filled
with
air
promises
about
freedom
those with
empty
lungs
may choose
to
ignore
the flood
of
apologies
that
serve no purpose
to those
interred
but
provide
political
fodder
for
those feeding
on
dreams
of
what can
never
be
nor
should
be

they grasp at straws…

they grasp at straws

parched
for
a taste
of
hope
humans
will consume
poisonous lies
or
even
swear
a mirage
is
real
long before
the madness
has
set in
others
will take
the sacrament
of
sports
where
nothing
has
a consecrated element
just
gladiators and lions
to
distract
their minds
away from
what
they
truly
thirst for
some
tangible
answer
to
their prayers

 

 

shadows that make bumps in the night…

shadows that make bumps in the night

there are
three
shades of shadows
the black ones
we
all know
subservient
to
the wills
of
others
some
may know
the gray ones
that
blend
into
the landscape
of
society
but
few
know
of
the
white shadows
shadows
that
can control
the
physical environment
making
trees to bend
and
humans
to
dance
like
puppets
on
a string
they are
the
shadows
of
history
oh
not
those
visible
in textbooks
but
those traced
in
invisible ink
on
the pages
of
our lives
shadows
that
have
defined us
and
steer the course
of
tomorrow

 

 

the perfect video game…

there’s mass destruction
manipulated humans
destitute children
no personal involvement
it’s our governmental games

 

the time machine…

Reynold Brown, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

most americas
have been living like elois
so unaware that
beneath democracy’s soil
morlocks are feasting on them

 

the book of dying 1:10…

so death decided to send angels
death’s fallen angels the soulless men
whose words enamored but were empty
blinding the eyes to living corpses

 

president believes…

believes doesn’t know
lots a things to believe in
tooth fairies and such
justice for all and of course
my treasured equality