systemic repetition …

i gave
the brown bag prophet
a copy
of
the chronicle
of
higher education
that came
in today’s mail
he scanned
the lead articles
then
said
seen this all before
maybe
several times
in
my lifetime
a group
of
minority students
make
demands
for equality
and
respect
not realizing
that
no one’s listening
nor
taking seriously
their threats
of
leaving the campus
for good
cuz
most of those folks
would say
good
we’ll replace you
with
a more docile
version
of diversity
we’ll even go so far
as to find
a syrian
or
two
maybe
a group
of african orphans
unaccustomed
to
faux
american revolutions
on
social diversity
hell
each chapter
on
university diversity
in
america
has the same list
of
objectives and goals
with
carefully outlined procedures
however
the results section
is
nothing more than
blank pages
followed
by
another
historical chapter
with
the same
text
he carefully folded the paper
and
handed it back

drumpf ss…

for
the first time
in years
i
stopped
the brown bag prophet
to complain
about
what washington
has been doing
to
dismantle
the little progress
we’ve made
in the last
150
or so
years
the prophet
said
careful
what you say
son
didn’t you hear
about
that muslim judge
in
new york
folks
gonna be
disappearing
during this administration
won’t be
no
press coverage
as
most
will be listed
as
accidents
so just
some damn
byline
or
obit
on the page
opposite
ads
for
dog walking services
just like
the old south
folks
disappeared
and
no one
dared
to
ask
where
we all knew
why

ain’t no wonder…

the brown bag prophet
said
a jury
can watch
a
police video
of
a rogue cop
shooting
an unarmed black man
point
blank
and
the jury
will
argue
for days
about
the validity
of
the evidence
and
then
end up with
a
hung
jury
it’s
no wonder
the current
white house
feels
it can do anything
it wants
and
still maintain
popular support
even
if it kills
a bunch
of
them
point-blank

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