what’s in a name…

the brown bag prophet
leafing
through
a magazine
for
parents
said
minorities
are giving
their children
the first name
president
i was
somewhat
bemused
so
asked
why
he replied
that way
even if
they commit
serious crimes
they
won’t be punished
or
convicted

 

then freedom dies…

sitting
acquiescing
to
injustice
tacitly submitting
to
our own slavery
denying
that
there are
chains
binding us
to
survival fears
justifying
our lot
in
life
by
claiming
that
this life
is
better than
that life
and
this country
is
better
than
that country
so
words
are spoken
denying
the smell
of
a nation’s
rancid flesh
passively
saying
there’s
nothing
i
can do

 

as it its written…

this
unborn child
was
the promised one
but now
its
heartbeat is labored
its
movements erratic
inside
the womb
blood is pooling
as if
there’s hemorrhaging
much of its body
shows malformations
clefts
deep divisions
between parts
of
the body
survival
will require
heroic efforts
but
perhaps
we will yet
see
an american