defund the white house…

let’s cut to the chase
what’s the most destructive force
right now in the states
police are part of the problem
but the president’s the cause
unable to lead
he ponders not how to serve
but how to be served
so let’s cut all his purses strings
before we’re all bankrupt
let’s cut his budget
creating less government
like he says he likes
and let’s see what he does then
when there’s no money to spend

 

american greatness…

so
this
is what
makes
america
great
the herding
of
immigrant children
into
cages
along its borders
the confining
of
its elders
so
death
will whisk away
its
economic woes
its knee
of
fascism
firmly
on
the neck
of
the free press
its
systemic
oppression
and
murder
of
its poor
and
all
outside
its elite class
of
white
a class
that has
a class
within
a class
male
and
female
its dominators
and
dominated
all the while
its
leader
hides
away in a bunker
like
hitler
as the war
for
freedom
rages outside
oh
such greatness
is hard
to
fully
imagine
but
it would appear
it has been
achieved

 

this memorial day…

take time
to
look
into
the eyes
of
the dead
see
the person
the
father
mother
grandparent
and
child
who died
for
the political ego
of
a madman
you
needn’t
look
far
the bodies
are
all around you
in
refrigerated trucks
or
lying
in
basement
or
makeshift morgues
but
you may
need
to
pry
the eyes
open

 

reopening phase one…

lives
so
neatly
placed
into vanilla envelops
filed away
for
the next of kin
to
research
at
a later day
if
ever
the contents
of
these
lives
are quite
amazing
for
some
others
are
rather
docile existences
but
all and all
all
worthy
of our appreciation
had
their entry
into
these metal catacombs
been due
to
acts
of
god
or
the sheer misfortune
of
age
one could readily
accept
their
departure
from
the living
but
to have been
used
as
starter charcoals
for
the fire
of
the economy
is
less
comprehensible
or
moral
but
that aside
that
has been
the plan
well
at least
for
those
with
limited
wealth

 

pangloss goes to washington…

i can’t find my tears
for all those loved ones who’ve died
anger overrides
my feelings of grief because
much could’ve been avoided
those who are guilty
proclaim daily all is well
sequestered from truth
they spin deadly webs of lies
entangling souls in death’s web
but crowds continue
to pay to see the freak show
con men continue
to promise what cannot be
nor in truth ever has been

 

another mass shooting…

when hungry jackals
feed at the gates of freedom
death’s unabated

 

ain’t nobody here but us chickens….

world
democracy
ain’t nothing
but
a chicken
with
it’s head cut off
without
strong
humanitarian leadership
flip
flopping
around
spilling
children’s blood
all
over the ground
and
mighty nations
don’t
make a peep
about
the carnage
since
they’re
looking forward
to
greed’s
feast
carelessly
made
with
cunning
bloodied hands
from
selling weapons
to
both
warring parties
you
might
rightly call
those
nations
chicken pluckers
for
as the earth
is plunged
into
the boiling water
of
climate change
they’re
busy
pulling
earth’s resource feathers
off
to stuff
their pillows
with
dollars
but
one day soon
no one
is
going to have
a place
to
sleep

 

when you analyze the stench…

 

like a semi truck
packed with freedom’s cold corpses
the white house pretends
not to notice the foul smell
emanating from closed minds