last moments before…

dried blood on old stones
foreign pathway now re-paved
history concealed
but still leading a nation
to gas chambers for freedom

a shabby black box for social program budgets…

friends of the white house
run around collecting stones
their pockets now bulge
they gather in the senate
await lottery’s winner

border wall…

to some
just
dust
from
the earth
crushed
human hopes
blended
with
the blood
of
dreams
to
form bricks
for
a wall
of shame
shame
for
denying
our nation’s
true
foundation
so sadly
we have
these
bricks
mortared
with
fear
holding back
only
enlightenment

lifeguard…

why did you not
extend your hand
as your brother
slipped into the sea
did fear
grasp your mind
so tight
that hope’s light
could not be seen
or
did you conceive
of this as some horrid nightmare
that would pass away
as the new day began
or
did you see
your brother’s wealth
and
wish it to be
endowed
upon you
tell me senator
what did you see

under garish glow of tweets on the screen…

the brown bag prophet
said
seems to me
that
the moral majority
has been
replaced
by
the core
of
corruption
who’ve
lifted
deception
as
the golden calf
to be
worshipped
by
a nation
of
shylocks
who seem
to
totally relish
dancing on
the
shattered constitution
with
congressional prostitutes
dressed
in
publicly funded
flowing robes
robes
of
red
white
and
blue
but mostly
white
and
as for
the original
ten commandants
that
are
the foundation
of
major religions
well
those
by
presidential decree
and
his personal validation
have been
reduced to powder
under
the grindstone
of
greed
oh
how we need
another
miracle
from god
something other
than
a burning bush

ain’t your…

since we know
you have
a short
little
attention span
we’ll start
with
the bottom line
we ain’t
your
anything
i
ain’t your brother
and
she
ain’t your sister
i
ain’t no pimp
and
she
ain’t no whore
i
ain’t on unemployment
and
she
ain’t on welfare
i
ain’t waiting for salvation
and
she ain’t waiting on you
i
ain’t like your pedophile president
and
she ain’t like his playboy reject
i
ain’t gonna shuffle
and
she
ain’t gonna shake it
i
ain’t hateful
and
she
ain’t fearful
we could go on
but
i think
even
you
can grasp
we
ain’t
your anything