ain’t nothing to see here…

just dead body piles
oh you may know some of them
but the president
bets you’ll forget them if paid
so how much does your soul cost

 

story of brutality…

the sight
of
blood
flowing
on
the streets
may
engender
no
feelings
from you
since
it’s
not
your blood
but
rest assured
these
troubled times
may
soon
see
your blood
mingled with
black blood
and
your flesh
detoured by
wall street vultures
or
cannibalized
by
good
christian folks
who
have
a history
of
offering
their
god
to
slaves
immigrants
and
native americans
along
with
blankets and linens
contaminated
with
smallpox
it would seem
things
have not changed
but now
it’s
an offering
of
covid-19
from
the
white house

 

coronapocalypse…

no face mask
required
presidential funeral wake
for
those citizens
taking part
in
genocide
campaign donations
required
leave your coughs
at
door
and
always drink
with
two hands
stumbling on ramps
shows
your solidarity
with
mindless obedience
to
bathroom scriptures
offering
you
salvation
when
you’re
dead and gone
as
consequence
of
listening
to
fool
on
capital hill

 

heard it through the grapevine…

migrating myna birds
stopped in miami
for
mimosas
but
were
soon
manhandled
by
an angry mindless mob
of
metropolitan magistrates
for
making obscene
comments
seems
that
while having lunch
in
atlanta
they’d learned
a few
choice words
at
the cdc lunch bench
only
morons
don’t wear
masks

 

national economic recovery…

soon we’ll be able
to outline each state’s borders
with the dead bodies
of those needlessly murdered
for someone’s bank account

 

trump murders the easter bunny…

many of you
have
accepted
the
needless deaths
of
thousands
of
americans
as
a result
of
the gross incompetence
of
the white house
but
i
personally
cannot
accept
the slaughter
of
the easter bunny
because
of
covid-19
inaction
oh
that veiled excuse
that
we will be
opened
by
easter
was no more
than
a smoke screen
while
the president
family
and
friends
stuffed
their wallets
with
our tax dollars
whatever
my problem
is
the assassination
of
my
candy man
the easter bunny
and
his family
they
are
history
and
for me
that’s
the last straw
we
must
rise up
and
end
this pandemic
of
incompetence

 

malpractice…

diagnosed cancer
but all treatment was withheld
patient was told lies
so life and liberty died
and now the bodies pile up

 

with your own hands…

why so many graves
have we entrusted our lives
to those who care not
can we not see that they have
asked us to dig our own graves

 

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

 

rancid human blood…

cold winds
without words
voices
still unheard
old men
without souls
place death
upon your lips
and say
that
you
should drink
do not
think
drink
your chapped lips
rest upon
the rim
a thought
why
do they
not
drink
first
if death
is not
to
be
feared
what are
these shadows
reflected
below
the rim
perhaps
souls
forever lost
in
lies
but
now
the choice
drink
or
think