starting to nod off those repetitious patterns of old platitudes wheeled out to avoid the truth are starting to numb my mind paint by numbers prescriptions verbal offerings from career politicians who are carefully walking invisible lines to maintain their survival trying to reach retirement so if you reach out you’ll find there’s nothing to grasp hard to hold vapor but it makes an excellent foundation for deception and escape routes from what’s real
save your platitudes
there’ll be no raising the dead
from hope’s shallow grave
your words are dead dry flowers
on humanity’s warm blood
something to make you feel good
your words cannot heal
bloodied wounds of human flesh
nor suture the souls
ripped apart by promises
to support democracy
but bookkeepers rule the roost
so as often said
save your breath for future lies
reach into your purse
and place some copper pennies
on the eyes of all those who
trusted in your empty words
they started out
like
butterflies
flittering from
one
voter to the next
pledging
that their bright colors
and
promising words
were
the ones
to be heard
and so
naïve patrons
of
slot machine voting
pulled
the lever
and watched
the wheels of ignorance
spin their choice
into office
oh
but the payline
spun quickly
moving
from
public service
to
self service
so
the voter’s coin tray
didn’t pay a cent
ah
but
the elected official
like a casino
raked in
the profits
getting richer
and
fat with greed
like maggots
on
the corpse
of
society
your condemnation of murdering civilians doesn’t quite make it since graves are already dug and souls are as cold as death you seem to believe words speak louder than actions so here’s the problem words ain’t no bullet proof vest just your moral placebo
leading a walk
through
the rainforest
the naturalist
said
it’s always
the one thing
you fear most
that shows up
during these walks
be it poisonous
bugs
or
snakes
and
sure enough
loudly strolling
through
the forest floor
an off course
politician
let’s play a game
of
pretend
you pretend
with
a sincere stare
that you
truly care
about
the problems
of
others
their welfare
and
rights
to make
independent choices
under
the mantle
of
freedom
and as part
of
this dolos script
let’s
have you say
that race
and
social status
have nothing
to do
with
what you’ve proposed
say
you’re
merely
protecting
against voter fraud
and
only have justice
as
the center piece
of
your policies
oh
and let’s throw in
that
political ambition
and
power
are not
the stimuli
for
the actions
and
threats
that
you’ve made
those heavy handed measures
are
to defend
freedom
it’s
really
not
fascist
and i’ll pretend
that all you
say
and
do
isn’t
just about
you
i lie here among severed spines from lynchings and shattered skulls from clubs and shotgun blasts so i’ve grown tired of all the rhetoric all the promises written on the wind words i’ve heard over and over and over again words that are no more than sterile seeds so i’ve learned there will be no harvest of freedom for only the chaff of hope has been planted into the cracking clay of tomorrow the husk of dreams left there along side these blood stained bones of mine