breaking news…

ain’t no breaking news
the same crimes are committed
over and over again
and the dead
still ain’t gonna get justice
for how do you give justice
to the dead
when their ashes are blown in the wind
to new crime scenes
while
those with blood on their hands
dine out on plush patios
wanting the wind to die down
for there’s
too much
dust
in the air

but you close your eyes…

everybody knows
there ain’t no equal justice
those with money
use the law for protection
those without serious cash
are who they’re protected from
the law is mostly
a contract with the wealthy
to protect and serve
their personal needs and wants
while offering to the poor
a convoluted promise
like the biblical ones
where heaven’s a real reward
so too is justice
set forth as attainable
though neither one of the two
has ever been proven true

just a hunch…

was just suspected
although no clear evidence
but thought that freedom 
was never attainable
even with the chains removed
since shackles of laws were formed

 

 

the underbelly…

we’re
classroom discussions
presented
as if
we were
separate
from 
the rest
of
society
society’s
social problems
to be
resolved
via
classroom exercises
in
words
volloyed between students
and
professors
as if
a tennis match
proposed solutions
without
any contact
with
reality
speaking
of
homelessness
and
starvation
before
heading home
or
dining out
we’re
the distorted
middletown characters
written
into the pages
of
intellectual fantasy
ignored
or
harassed
along the sidewalks
of
nonexistent
typical cities
for
each city
is as unique
as
the souls
that
occupy it
so
formulaic strategies
are
fated to fail
and
when they do
the discussion
returns
to
the classroom

let’s play a game…

pretend for a moment
that
freedom is attainable
freedom
to love
and
be loved
by
anyone you choose
let’s add to this fantasy
let’s pretend
freedom
is all about
the individual
and
not what’s been defined
by some group
as
freedom
so
in this game
men and women
are afforded
the same opportunities
and
are rewarded
according
to their
level of performance
not
their gender
oh now here’s a real serious twist
to
the game
let’s pretend
that the color of your skin
has no bearing
on
what freedoms
one can have
or
the moral support
one receives
from
world societies
such that
a war in africa
and
a war in ukraine
would receive
the same level
of
active empathy
and
intervention
oh
there’s
no need for you
to worry
about learning the rules
for it’s
just a game
of
make believe

not as advertised…

promotion aside
life has no fairness in it
that’s propaganda 
fairness is that social myth
offered up to control you
hiding the fact the game’s rigged

 

 

a celebratory funeral…

shadows
of
yesterday
linger
above
the sunrise
rays
of 
light
reflect off
discarded
silver streamers
and
paper party favors
those
souvenirs
of
a dying year
and
the birth
of
unkeepable promises
a rather
pontius pilate moment
for
most merrymakers
cleansing
their hands
of
previous episodes
of
existence
now
offering up
for
crucifixion
a new
covenant
commitments
covering
a range
of
declared weaknesses
from
health
to
social justice
a contract
no doubt
when
viewed
this time
next year
must have been written
in
invisible ink

 

 

recurring remorse …

night
comes
with
promises
of
sweet dreams
a
promise
often
not kept
instead
images
of
the day
replay
in
a continuous loop
cycling
between
madness
and
depression
forming
cold
body
sweats
dampening
the freshly
washed sheets
liquid fear
a fever
of
compromised morality
concerns
to
be
forgotten
with
morning rays
and
the daily anesthetic
for
survival
rush hour
dementia

scavengers of young souls..

feeding below flesh
like soft-minded heartless worms
spewing cruel words without cause
said to a child with pure hate
because of race and birthplace
child adrift in hate’s whirlpool

 

 

texas border walls…

sun weights against skin
pushing down upon the mind
sweat tastes of sorrow
staring at dried human forms
caught in sand and human fears
human fears of sand castles