from the surface of the earth…

from the face of the earth

has israel
and
others
become
the
fourth reich
an embodiment
of
hitler’s
demonic purification
of
a nation
has
the blood
shed
become
the shield
for
atrocities
committed
with
ss precision
to
cleanse
the land
of
all those different
justified
by
hitler’s
emulation
of
the united states
seizing land
pushing
indigenous peoples out
or
massacring
women
children
and
all
who opposed
injustice
whether
they’re
fighting
or
praying
the
objective
is
the same
to
clear the land

 

 

resolute…

resolute

i will have
no
brand upon my skin
whether
it
be
for
pledging allegiance
or
human bondage
neither
will serve
my
soul
nor
insure
one moment
of
my life
so
i
will have
no
cattle brand
upon
my skin
and
if branded
by
force
i shall
remove
that skin
even
if
death
surely
follows

 

 

10 to 6…

10 to 6

clock’s been locked
in that position for years
thought about rewinding it again
but it always stops at the same spot
like the history of racial freedom

dark transfiguration…

once those nailed to a cross
stand upon solid ground
and have the nails removed
they grasp hammers and spikes
placing others on their crosses

 

preprogrammed…

impulses must be arrested
firing patterns altered
from societal inscribed behaviors
otherwise history repeats
and extinction’s accelerated

 

winter does not end…

rusted shackles
remnants of enslavement
shackles reforged as ink pens
legal papers drafted
renaissance of bondage

 

combat episodes…

he’d seen
every
john wayne
movie
and
every
episode
of
cops
his
black
spit shined
boots
set off
his
neatly pressed
military
fatigues
and
sheriff’s badge
looking
totally
combat ready
carrying
the M4 carbine
slung
across
his chest
he was
well prepared
for
his starring
role
so with cameras
rolling
the team
burst
into
the family’s home
shattering
the wooden door
with
explosives
then
flash grenades
to
dramatize
their entry
finding
crying children
mother
naked
in bed
father
slammed
to
the floor
as
he tried to defend
those
he loved
then
shots fired
teenage son
in pool
of
innocent blood
dark like
his skin
radio interrupts
the production
filming
they’re
at
the wrong
address