grasp straps and pull…

distant words
abhorring
overheard
intended
but
veiled in denial
then
an
all’s well smile
flutters before eyes
repeated gestures
of
oppressors
seen
more times
than
one can count
objective
to grease
success’ pole
before
anyone attempts
to
climb out
of
poverty’s pit
a pit
stared into
by
tormentors
from
its edge
gilded
with
promises
serrated sides
from which
despots
offer
encouraging words
and
relay
how they
arose
from the pit
but
they used
the
stairs

 

justice system…

race based procedures
to maintain poor’s oppression
and white’s privileges

 

the gnat’s complaint…

these webs
are
so unjust
flies
always die
staring
into
my eyes
with
the most
incriminating looks
as if
i
were the one
who spun
this web
but
i
and
those generations
before me
have been
trapped
within
these fibers
of
lies and promises
for
centuries
had i
been born
with
more mass
i
would have flown
right through
this
social web
no more
inconvenienced
than
needing
a quick shower
afterwards
but
that is not the case
i
linger here
as
a bit of amusement
and
as
a morsel
for
a boring day
a systemic slave
the quintessential
essential worker
to be
devoured
or
left
to
just
decay
and
die

 

from the window an old pokey pickup truck…

i’ve spent
quite a few
sleepless nights
during
this
quarantine period
trying
to
measure aspects
of
my life
and
wondering
how others
could have
just
now
begun
to
appreciate
the struggles confronting
those
all around them
since
aunt bea
has lived
through
so much
i thought
i’d give her
call
and
asked
her opinion
aunt bea
said
the pace
of
our daily routines
blurs
our views
of
of life’s journey
keeping
what we’ve seen
or
what
we could have seen
out of focus
perhaps
the pandemic has
forced us
to
slow down
and
see
what’s been
right
in front of us
the whole time
we just
needed
to slow down
a bit
to feel
the pain
of
others

 

inbreeding…

an ancient stone
its writing
in
a tongue
long forgotten
tells
how
evil
was granted
one wish
that
no divine being
could alter
so
evil
endowed man
with
the inherent compulsion
to
debase others
thus
providing
mankind
with
the main
ingredient
for
murder

 

climate change too…

 

if the venom
from
their mouths
sends
spirals
of
hateful spray
into
the face
of
your day
honey
just
live with it
live with it
as
they have lived
with
the degradation
of
just being
born
born
to
live out
that
prayerful motto
there
for
the grace
of
god
go i
they’re
the folks
on
the world’s
lowest
social rungs
called
by
many names
but
each name
is
anchored
in
fear
the fear
that
one day
they’ll
say
no more
and
just
leave
leaving
you
on
the
lowest rung

 

it’s just a little delayed irony…

copyright cwmartin 2012

you bought
a membership
and
expected
full
rights and privileges
but
that’s not
how it works
you’re
from
a lower caste
so
when the ship
of state
starts to run
into stormy seas
you’ll be
the first
tossed overboard
to save
your
new-found
friends
like those
you
threw away
to pay
your
dues