small infected cut
not visible to the eye
but soon it’s poison
entered the body’s blood stream
shutting down vital organs
political rhetoric
the reign of witches…
it ain’t nothing new
a time tested recipe
drop into the pot
handfuls of fear salt with hate
stoke the fire with lots of lies
when it’s nice and hot
pass the brew around and watch
as hatred takes hold
as mindless disciples drink
ignorance’s sacrament
now they only hear
the incantations you spew
willing to follow
and do your every command
without a moral compass
defying their own beliefs
an attractive candidate…
although the weed’s bloom
seems enticing to your eyes
weeds still stifle life
mavors’ fables…
tell me
no more stories
of
war
i don’t want
to
hear
about
acts of valor
on
the battlefield
or
families left behind
orphaned
by
political
and
corporate greed
no
don’t
tell me
another story
until
you can
raise
the dead
glad-hand man…
comes well equipped
a clarabell clown smile
painted on a gq face
spontaneous loud laughter
though inappropriate
is
a programmable feature
and can be transitioned
into a whiny
faux concerned tone
with a series of
empty platitudes expressed
once laughter fails
as
a manipulative
joints are
fully articulated
and coordinated with
contrived smiles
laughter can also be
initiated by pushing
societal buttons
equal rights
patriotism
or
anything labeled
contrary to internal
prejudgment apps
a-greeting app
includes two modes
bra detection embrace
with gentle back rub
or
macho handshake with smile
grip strength is equivalent to
burping a baby’s bottom
please note
several models
are available
in various colors
but rest assured
they have the same
internal components
vagabonds…
you’ll find
nothing beyond
the
shadows
of
their words
there’s no truth
to be
heard
only
repeated
lies
formed
into
political sacraments
placed
upon
the tongue
as an offering
to
ignorance
no
substance
for
the body
but
enough
empty promises
to
fill
the
void
of
mindless pilgrims
pilgrims
seeking
what has
never existed
on
this planet
yet they
aimlessly wander
through
vacant dreams
of
personal glory
and
take
guided tours
of
the ruins
of
true thought
government accountability…
the questions you’ve asked
do have answers but no one
will tell you the truth
much simpler to tell a lie
truth engenders more questions
lost refrains…
i
want
to sing
a happy song
one
like
i’d heard before
but
i can’t recall
or
find the words
and
the only chords
i hear
are those
of
discord
even in the pews
where
psalms
of
love
once
filled the air
now
are
permeated
with
putrid
political
incantations
from
self-deified saints
who merely
sing hate’s sour notes
or
mouth the words
and
meaningless meanderings
of
every charlatan
that’s
ever lived
but
if you happen
to
know the tune
and
better yet
the words
please
sing
it loud enough
that
we may
all
hear it
again
avoidance…
war’s shallow adages
fill political discourse
the real question is
how do you politely talk
about cold blooded murder
as for their promise…
Read Between the Minds 