spotting satan’s smile…

flexing
the muscles
at
the sides
of
his mouth
he demonstrated
an
overt
display
of emotion
and
said
that’s perfectly delicious
how
the flavors
blend
into
one
perfectly harmonized
deadly
poison
of
hate
it’s quite surprising
how
just
the right touch
of
ignorance
when
blended
with personalized fears
and
self-interests
can result
in
a devil’s brew
with
an angelic fragrance
of
patriotism

chromatic word syndrome…

i wonder sometimes
what is the color of words
that some can’t be heard
leaving lips with the same sounds
yet no audience is found

sheer madness…

the stone that struck him
was from the hands of a child
with a single shot
revenge was complete
the child’s blood filled the parkway
mingling with tear gas
wails from a mother
broke through the dark night’s chaos
an unanswered prayer
no apologies
for blind hate feels no remorse
so another grave
hewn from the rocky soil
will give rise to tears
tears watering blooms of hate
where a young child stands
family of the fallen one
now it’s death’s cycle
eternal eye for an eye
a nation’s history

national wear a keffiyeh day…

freedom fighter

the brown bag prophet
stopped me
and asked
where’s
your
keffiyeh
taken aback
i said
well
i don’t
have one
he said
why not
well
why would i
was
my reply
he said
today’s
national keffyeh day
and
everyone
who gives
a damn
about freedom
is supposed
to
wear one
well
or
a sombrero
or
any
outward symbol
of
resistance
to the racist policies
of
the new
social bullies
in
washington
it’s
a more
polite way
of
raising
your
middle
finger