outsourcing…

sunken eyes
blackened with fear
flesh
stretched tight
over
a fractured skeleton
a framework of despair
too weakened to move

or
swish away flies
flies
on
unattended sores
festering wounds
of
war
war for
computer chips
or
more precisely
the resources needed
to
manufacture chips
precious semiconductors
necessary
for

calling out
for
pizza
or
chatting
with
unknown friends
who’ve
been befriended
but
not one call
to
this child

 

 

dr. pangloss unavailable…

request for light verse
the kind that warms every heart
maybe about joy
children playing with new toys
nothing about their war zone

 

like the white rhino…

the bones of freedom
have been ground into powder
mixed with human blood
drunk by those who seek power
resulting in extinction

 

american greatness…

so
this
is what
makes
america
great
the herding
of
immigrant children
into
cages
along its borders
the confining
of
its elders
so
death
will whisk away
its
economic woes
its knee
of
fascism
firmly
on
the neck
of
the free press
its
systemic
oppression
and
murder
of
its poor
and
all
outside
its elite class
of
white
a class
that has
a class
within
a class
male
and
female
its dominators
and
dominated
all the while
its
leader
hides
away in a bunker
like

hitler
as the war
for
freedom
rages outside
oh
such greatness
is hard
to
fully
imagine
but
it would appear
it has been
achieved

 

the book of dying 1:5…

the word spread ignore the dead
all dead children would have died
there was nothing to be done
accept your fate pray to god

 

the book of dying 1:4…

but men chastised claiming their righteousness
war was good bringing all peace
filling the markets so none starved
what’s done is good for all

the book of dying 1:3…

as children died women cried out
these are children born from us
god charged us protect each one
but your greed sears their flesh

 

 

 

 

 

 

the book of dying 1:2…

children died first with death’s arrival
ignored by men who fought wars
wars for gold measure of status
a world status nothing but vapor