recruitment program…

bodies
piled high
around
the flag pole
shoring up
what’s left
of
a ragged
flag freedom
a flag

wavering
atop
a greed
infesting
staff
of
reason
rotting corpses
of
hope
stacked
to
hold back
the gale
of
self-interest
that grows
stronger
everyday
so
more
bodies
are
carted in
however
more
will be
needed
but
volunteers
are
hard
to find

another denial…

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chicken little said
fox swears he wasn’t involved
with coop massacre
it’s a sure case of fake news
he said grinding the last bone

just the thought…

the brown bag prophet
was sitting
at
a park bench
staring out
at
the ocean
with
his feet
held up
from
the ground
practicing a new yoga position
i posited
he said
no
just saw some
red ants
as i
was
walking here
and
then got
that
feeling
maybe
there’s some ants
just
below my feet
getting ready
to
crawl
all over me
that
same feeling
one gets
when viewing
today’s political scene
ants crawling
all
over you
invading
that little
space of sanity
that
you still
have left
so
like
so many
in this nation
i’ve gone
into
a fetal position
reminding myself
of
the germinal values
of
this now
dying
nation

in answer to your question…

how do i speak
of justice
that
grey fog
that lingers
along the coast
of life
though seen
from
the inland
it rarely
come this far
 ashore
here
only the smog
penetrates
the lungs
burning
with promises
never fulfilled
nor
intended to be
yet
the foot soldiers
of
innocence
march on
into battles
waving flags
that
mean
little
outside the confines
of
their
dream filled minds
they
like
old men
claiming
the wine
to taste
sweet
although
most know
it’s
as bitter
as
the vinegar
given to
christ
only
differing
by the innocent blood
that gives it
its color
blood
shed
by
seekers of justice
goose stepping
corporate marionettes
appropriately
dressed
for
their role
in
the world’s follies
performances
viewed
with sincere appreciate
by the elite
who would
applaud
but
such actions
would
highlight
the meaninglessness
of such deaths
so
they arrange
for a medal
or
two
as
intermittent reinforcement
but
all are given
a flag drapped coffin
a
consolation prize
a sort of
moral rubber ducky
to be
squeezed
during dark cold nights
provided
by
human greed
a replacement
for the sound
of a human heart
the heart
that was filled
with
love
the one
you used
to
hear

america first….

the brown bag prophet
stopped
me
and said
did you ever
see
disney’s
the grasshopper
and
the ants
the one
where
the grasshopper
says
the world owes us a living
cuz
it reminds me
of
current
commitments
to
the world
and
our nation’s
people
government
wants to play
and
dance
to their own music
being
more locusts
than
anything else
but
winter’s
going to come
and
i fear
we’ll
not
be prepared