no bed sheets…

no bed sheets

poverty’s child
alone
sleeping on a bare bed
as days
turned
into years
a man 
friendly with people
still
sleeping
on
a bare bed

 

 

inconsidéré…

inconsidere

shall i call out
in the night
to god
to protest
how the earth
has swallowed up
the souls
of the poor
souls
that move
without form
in the eyes
of the rich
eyes shaded
by cool-ray greed
and
arrogant disdain
for words
like
there
but for
the grace
of god
go i
words
as they
speak them
are
always
accompanied
with
a sigh
thinking
all the while
they prefer
the words
to
let
sleeping dogs
lie
and
what shall i
go out
and
buy
today
each time
they go out
to support
the economy
all those
poor
souls
are cluttering up
their roadways
with
signs
pleading
for assistance
they need
to go out
and
find
a real job
to support their families
indeed
these noble souls
have yard work
that needs
to be done
of course
they’re unwilling
to pay
very much
for
such work
but
it’s the sole
of the boot
they’re offering
someone else
can
offer
the straps

when the rains come…

when the rains come...

we will see
that the sky
is blue
not gray
when
the rains
come
rusty streams
will be clear
and pure
not bane
when
the rains
come
parched farm fields
will revive
to grow
and thrive
when
the
rains
come
these cancers
on my flesh
will wash
away
when
the rains
come
when

with windows closed…

with windows closed

trying
to breathe
but
the window’s
closed
called out
for someone
anyone
to come
but
the window’s
closed
and
sounds
just echo
in my heart
would that i
could will
it open
but
each time
i plan to try
a voice
weaker than mine
whispers
no need
they’ve nailed
it shut
so
the window’s
closed
and
will stay
that way
hope is
all but lost
within this grave
called
poverty

you got nothing…

you got nothing

the brown bag prophet
was taking in
the day’s beauty
while standing
near the edge
of the city park
when
a gold-chained
young buck
reproached him
commenting on
his
poverty
the brown bag prophet
said
i generally
don’t discuss
such issues
with those
who are still
wearing the chains
of slave masters
but
you’ll be
my
exception
you
pursue
the bait
of wealth
like a fish
just about
to swallow
the worm covered hook
ignorant
to
the consequences
of actions
me
everything
i value
is free
and
provided
by the almighty

evil continually…

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and it came
to pass
that every girl-child
of the world’s poor
was gathered up
and brought before
each male judge
of society’s court
and
having found
them guilty
of wanting
equality
they were sentenced
to death
and so it was
that a mass grave
of servitude
and
ignorance
was dug
and each child
was placed within
and covered
with layers
of rejection
dominance
and brutality
until
they
died
giving birth
to
a male
child

the offering…

on an old altar
he placed a roman coin
exposed by rain
found among the ruins
for sale
not worth much
the guide said
but authentic
how much i asked
two dinars
but it’s only worth
one dinar
but it was found here
where poor foot soldiers came
offering their wages
for favors in the night
wine and women
the holy sacraments for the lonely
and disciples of poverty
given on a temporary altar of love
a coin that purchased a soul
rather than food for his family
or education for his children
and he asked
why are you crying
because
nothing has changed