all your rhetoric
can’t change one obvious fact
you’ve abused children
so go ahead and quote laws
ain’t gonna change a damn thing
toss over-cooked fears
into ignorance’s pan
heat up with hate’s words
the brown bag prophet
gave a solemn salute
as he passed
the war memorial
it was the first time
i’ve seen him
tear up
so
i asked
if
he was okay
he said
not really
for though
we keep dying
the very freedom
paid for with our blood
is denied
and
abused
old
fat
businessmen
speak of sacrifice
as if
it were a commercial product
to be marketed
for
general consumption
but
few
have the taste
for blood
especially
their own
i was surprised
that i found
aunt bea
sitting on the front porch
with
the ipad
i gave her
last christmas
to tell you the truth
i wasn’t certain
that
she ever
used it
she said
i’m about to send
this tweet
to that
trump fellow
what do you think
it read
# change of diet…
declaring loudly
childlike rejection by peers
goeth to the garden
i could only smile
those vile rancid words
smeared against humanity
utter verbal rape
the brown bag prophet
said
i’m considering building
a doorway puppet stage
to increase
my financial situation
i’ve noticed
that
currently
cardboard karaoke cutouts
have been placed
on the political stage
singing the public’s favourite songs
of paranoia
and
animosity
and
of course
numerous childhood rounds
of delusional financial dreams tunes
of
a balance budget
with
tax cuts
hell
i’ve even heard
songs sung
with attributional bias tones
providing performers
with
a range
of protection
from
any
responsibility
so
you know
there’s money
to be made
with
such
performances
blunt words honed with hate
wedged into fearful weak minds
spills innocent blood
there will be
no tears shed
no words
of condolence offered
to grief-stricken parents
they’re
here
illegally
and
do not share
your
religion
they should have
chosen
to die
in their own country
with
their
own kind
but
in a moment
of true
sainthood
you
offer up
a pray
before
voting
for
a hatemonger
