four shredded sheets…

four shreddded pages

nothing
left
of
the dream
cracks
in the rampart
have
let
truth’s darkness
overwhelm
the dim light
of
national myths
now
the broken 
sharp
edges
of
reality
protrude
into
each day
severing hope
from
well-tutored
promises

 

 

eulogies…

eulogies

words
offered
before
burials
or
the hearts
have
stopped
beating
words
on
any
other occasions
might
have raised
the dead
like
the widow’s son
at
nain
but
these words
with
angelic tones
are
political sound bites 
that
echo
through polished
marble hallways
hallways
that are
the only
grave markers
and
eulogies
these homeless
will
ever have
such
concerned words
just
dry leaves
crushed
beneath
the feet of inhumanity
dust
without life
or
life giving
mere moments
of
fleeting guilt
insincere regrets
for
inaction
offered
before the graves
are
dug
or
the bodies
are
even cold

herd immunity…

herd immunity2

a democracy
fed
a steady diet
of
misinformation
soon
becomes immune
to
the truth
the guilty
are
found innocent
the cruel
are
given the rule
and
the virus
of
fascism
soon
invades
the entire body
of
the nation

 

 

nonabrasive…

nonabrasive

you nod
your head
when
we speak
but
you don’t hear us
that
painful look
of
understanding
on
your face
won’t
be
your saving grace
it
just shows
that
how
we speak
makes you
believe
you know
something about us
fictitious facts
drawn
from all those
historical
stereotypes
but
you
don’t know
us
the subdued sounds
of
our voices
conceal much
and
only
reveal
what
we wish
to be seen
verbal
camouflage
masking out
the sound
of
a fuse
that’s
already
been
lit

devil’s gut…

devil's gut

once
a vibrant nation
now
a host
for
aggressive
parasitic personas
that
devour
the
salutary substance
of
freedom
creeping
and
strangling
until
freedom’s
death
leaving
hollow
promises
for
our children

 

 

bicameral…

bicameral

deserted chambers
the walls destroyed from within
believe in nothing
for traitors are everywhere
they’ll say some comforting words
while stealing your life’s freedom

 

 

deception…

deception

a sliding scale
from
poisonous politeness
to
grand larceny
nations
unwilling
to
look
into
their own mirror
for fear
the reflection
will
show
their true self
the deep
festering scars
of
injustice
the blood shot eyes
of
drunken power politics
and
the cancerous
rotting
flesh
of
freedom
so
it’s been
decided
to
replace
all
the mirrors
with
hand painted
mythical
portraits
of
nonexistent
nations
found only
in
panglossian pages
of
history

 

 

like some senators…

like some senators2

noticed quickly
seats
carefully rearranged
filling in
the blank spot
left
by a departure
but
everyone stood
none
of the guests
spoke a word
confused
by
the obvious
where
to sit
everyone
had assigned seats before
claiming a new spot
without guidelines
required
realignment
of
their thinking
asserting their beliefs
about
their position
in
life
what if someone
disapproved
of their selection
might that not lead
to another departure
perhaps
their own
might it best be
to just stand
swaying back and forth

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

when vision fails…

when vision fails

what’s
before us
seems less
clear
the details
like
the truth
cannot be
distinguished
from
what
is hidden
in
lies’ shadows
those
words
between
the words
said
that are
so easily confused
with
reality
for
most disciples
of
tykhe
desire
that
their
beliefs
are
the gospel truth
though
most often
they
are not
rather
they’re
a convenient tool
for
political salesmen
to use
to
sell their snake oils
seems like
carnivals
have not
really
gone
out of style
in
the political circus
public schmucks
continue
to toss
balls of dollars
at
leaded kewpie dolls
that only fall
when
the peddler’s bank account
has reached
a stage
of
overflowing
or
the poor sap
is
about
to walk
away
before
their pockets
have been
fleeced
completely
to
fund
an undeserved
retirement
for
personal
public
service
at
which point
the only one
needing
a white cane
is
the public