cartels..

drug lords and politicos
selling dreams by the gram
to anyone paying the price
personal profits first
other’s deaths the cost of doing business

 

makeshift morgue…

though finely crafted
this chamber reeks of death’s stench
that of a nation
assassinated for greed
and political power

little lamb has gone astray…

no where to be found
not a speck of it
absolutely nil
there’s nothing in sight
as far as the eye can see
weeks ago there it was
but once dollars were flowing
it suddenly disappeared
oh moral courage
lost in the senate

 

democracy’s tide…

take as fair warning
although the tide’s in right now
rocks remain below
perils for the ship of state
awaiting one more low tide

 

guide to hell…

like
whores
posing
with
nighttime
pay-by-the-hour
customers
the
insurrectionists
paused
their coup d’état
to
stop
and
take
selfies
in
the capital rotunda
like
al-qaeda terrorists
posing
with
the decapitated heads
of
nude children
unfurling
their venomous flags
of
ignorance
and
hate
as
their toxic breaths
attempted to poison
the air
of
democracy
while
their demigod
leader
hid safely
away
from
the battle
and
as always
took
no responsibility
for
the actions
he
had guided

 

the great unfinished nation…

 

one explanation
for the state of the nation
moral poverty
that human bottomless pit
of sybaritic desire

 

house cleaning…

it’s the start
of
the new year
need
to go through
my
iphone
contact list
and
delete
all
the names
of
those
sacrificed
for
the
financial
and
political
gains
of
society’s
charlatans

 

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