chromatic word syndrome…

i wonder sometimes
what is the color of words
that some can’t be heard
leaving lips with the same sounds
yet no audience is found

defacing graves…

and
what
shall we
tell
the dead
that
all
their sacrifices
for
freedom
were
uncalled for
since
we’ve
surrendered
freedom
to
a snake oil salesman
who
slithers
above
the moral
and
sacred
grounds
that holds
what remains
of
their
mortal frames
those
rotting corpses
that now
sadly
resembles
the human rights
for
which
they
died

a possible recourse for other’s actions…

i have decided
that
insanity
is the only
reasonable
answer
just
take
a look around
at
local
and
world conditions
how
people
are
destroying
each others
as well as
the very planet
we are
dependent upon
reminds me
of
those critters
that eat
their own young
to survive
talk about
counterproductive
the whole damn situation
is unimaginable
so
in order to provide
a reasonable
process
for
comprehending
such behaviors
i’ve
decided
the only thing
to do
is
go
insane

sheer madness…

the stone that struck him
was from the hands of a child
with a single shot
revenge was complete
the child’s blood filled the parkway
mingling with tear gas
wails from a mother
broke through the dark night’s chaos
an unanswered prayer
no apologies
for blind hate feels no remorse
so another grave
hewn from the rocky soil
will give rise to tears
tears watering blooms of hate
where a young child stands
family of the fallen one
now it’s death’s cycle
eternal eye for an eye
a nation’s history