requiems in the sand…

 

i’ve started writing
my new poems on the beach
words briefly exist
like the lives of those they speak
voiceless souls trapped in man’s games

 

no room at the inn…

 

another
unanswered ad
low-skilled
entry-level job
starting pay
less
than welfare
must show
desire to work
without
adequate compensation
you
must be
seeking
a better life
for
your children
rather
than
personal wealth
if
you’re currently caged
at
the border
no worries
there’s no rush
card-carrying americans
will not apply
for
these positions
or
will be unable
to
pass
our drug screening
once employed
our family law attorneys
will make
every effort
to
locate
and
reconnect you
with
your children
so
that
your deferred dream
can
become
an american dream

the blind man’s crime…

 

when death
came
to the old man
he was surprised
to find himself
at
hell’s gate
what have i done
he cried
was it not enough
that
i was sightless
in
a sighted world
ah said satan
you refused
to
listen
and
respond
to the misery
you heard
all around you
instead
you bemoaned
your own lot
on
earth
as i recall
from
my
extensive studies
of
the good
book
that’s
a sin of omission

 

willing to face in his…

 

and
the judge
stood before a mirror
and
called for the defendant
to
stand
beside him
the judge
staring into the mirror
compared
each of their features
carefully
and
then
with a tone of voice
that was
incontestable
declared
you are
guilty
for
i see
my
beast
in you

 

impeachable acts…

 

when
i checked
on
aunt bea
to see
if she was having
any problems
she said
it seems to me
that
you’re
the one
who’s got
problems
today
so
i told
aunt bea
that
although
i knew our nation
has had
a history
of blaming
asylum seeking
or
those
just different
from
the majority
for
its
inherent problems
i still found
the current cultural melee
in the country
quite upsetting
especially
in light
of the deaths 
of
innocent children
without
comforting
parental arms
aunt bea
said
when your mother
was cleaning houses
for
rich folks
she would
always get upset
if someone
would
carelessly
walk across
the floors
she has just mopped
especially
before
they dried
even
though
she knew
they would
need to be cleaned
again
next week
i guess
she felt
that
such actions
symbolized
disrespect
disrespecting
the efforts of others
to
make things
right
hmm
seems
you have inherited
your mother’s
respect
for
fairness
and
the rights
of
all

 

and the river runs deep…

 

the river is filled with tears hundreds of years of injustice
the judgments of foolish men sentencing all to hell’s abyss
innocence the defendant while those guilty are judges

 

ground zero…

 

once again the streets
will become the battlegrounds
unabated greed
blinds rich from consequences
but shields no one from anger