the book of dying 1:7…

but death spoke offering false hope
and people listened denying all truth
choosing the darkness over the light
counting their coins not other’s lives

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

refused to stop at the wall…

campaign promised wall
pilfered funds from everywhere
ruined pristine landscape
xenophobic stunt but now
no funds for fighting virus

 

construction sets…

father
was never
very good
at
erector sets
his bridges
never stood up
that long
as
parts
rusted
and
wood planks
decayed
even when
there wasn’t
a termite
in sight
so
it’s for sure
that
reconstruction
of
this fragile
environment
of
earth’s
so
carefully built
by
mother nature
will
never be
the same
even with
father time’s
best
efforts

 

then freedom dies…

sitting
acquiescing
to
injustice
tacitly submitting
to
our own slavery
denying
that
there are
chains
binding us
to
survival fears
justifying
our lot
in
life
by
claiming
that
this life
is
better than
that life
and
this country
is
better
than
that country
so
words
are spoken
denying
the smell
of
a nation’s
rancid flesh
passively
saying
there’s
nothing
i
can do