all rise…

encamped
near
the i 5 freeway
beneath
an on-ramp
you’ll find
the honorable
former
sergeant major
veteran
of
three
official wars
and
two or three
military
conflicts
tours
of
duty
have
left him
missing in action
in
his own life
and
deserted
by
the nation
he
proudly served
now
his body
is embedded
with
human shrapnel
fragments
of
memories
of

those
bloodied bodies
the smells
and
sounds
of
death
that
pierce
deep
into his soul
so now
he staggers
on
a new battlefield
an
ignored warrior
reclassified
by
society
as
a vagrant
someone
unwilling
to
participate
meaningfully
in
society
in a society
that
has given him
their disdain
while
praising
a commander and chief
that
slithered
beneath the slime
of lies
to avoid
even
the slightest sight
of
blood
especially
his own

 

so common it disappears…

why do the drums
of wars
still beat
when
so many souls
lie
at
our feet
is it that
the drummer
cannot see
that death
has come
to
you and me
or
are the beats
i hear
a mother’s heart
in fear
that
war
will once again
fill
the nave
as
another child
is placed
into
a grave

 

israeli reich…

becoming the beast
taking your weapon killing
a wheelchair bound man

 

o jerusalem…

unlike in the bible
the child has been sliced in half
now death ‘s greed’s reward