when we forget….

a child
dies
in the streets
of san juan
a father
buries
an only son
flag draped
for
corporate profits
a woman’s
condemned
to death
by policies
born
of blind fear
men
are assassinated
by
those
sworn
to protect
and
children
seeking only
a better life
are torn
from freedom’s womb
by
broken promises
so
when
we forget
we
cannot become
great
again
when we abandon
what
made us
great
in the beginning
our
humanity

 

war-like and mean species…

the brown bag prophet
said
civilization
is a sham
we are no more
enlightened
now
than
when
the alps iceman
was
murdered
probably
part of some
early large arena
sporting event
as there
were
no christians
to feed
to lions
at that time
nor
gladiators
to
simulate
war games
for the entertainment
of the drunken masses
now
we have proxy wars
and
contact sports
where
we want
no one
to get killed
just
mangled
if they’re
not on our team
it’s
so easy
to ignore
the atrocities
of war
as long as
the public
is kept
entertained
but
we are reminded
the telecast
is
copyrighted
by
some corporate entity
for
the private use
of
their audience
and
any other use
of
the telecast
or
any pictures
descriptions
or
accounts
of the mayhem
without
corporate consent
is
prohibited
now can’t you
just see
some roman orator
walking out
into the center
of the colosseum
making
that
announcement

diagnosis code r41.84…

now
i’m not saying
there’s
any truth
to this
but
when
i was young
the
old folks
talked about
being
born
with a veil
over
your eyes
meaning
you could
see
spirits
and such
but
i’ve
never
bought into
the
i see dead people
kind
of thought
but
i must admit
i did have
a few
things happen
that
well
rattled
my cage
but
being
an educated fellow
i knew that
any mental door
to
spirits
or
anything else
could be closed
employing
freud
or
some other
psychological guru’s
mumble-jumble
and
i could
become
like
everyone else
in
this nation
denying
the death
and
destruction
before me

 

dogs under the table…

what shall man place
upon god’s table
for the feast
of
salvation
what morsel
will man offer
that
is
uniquely his
other than
the dried bones
of
sons and daughters
sacrified
in wars
for
man’s pursuit
of
wealth
and
fame

from hallowed ground…

lingering light of lost lives
reflected in moments unspoken
tears arise from the earth
for those still living
among erida’s children