variable rates…

variable rate

a nation’s morality
for
action
is on
a sliding scale
humanitarian efforts
towards
another nation
is
increased
based upon
the
the giver’s self-interest
and
decreased
based on
the
skin color
of
those
in
need

fear #4…

hounds of hell

pledges
of
allegiance
in pursuit
of 
singularity
whether
it be
religious
political
or
social ideas
have created
the greatest
nightmare
for all
those
covenant words
transform
even
the lambs
of
god
into
the hounds
of
hell
willing
to shred
even
the flesh
of
their own
offsprings
to feed
the lust
of
intolerance

 

 

mexican jumping beans…

mexican jumping beans

seems like a harmless toy
but
i’ve begun to wonder
if it wasn’t
an early indoctrination
about mexico
and
its people
people
portrayed
by
speedy gonzales
and
pablo
a gun packing
and
no doubt
violent
lazy mouse
while
speedy’s
promiscuous nature
was conveyed
in lines
like
speedy gonzales
is
friend of my sister
quickly
appended by
speedy gonzales
is friend
of
everyone’s
sister
what strange
saturday morning lesson
to
precede sunday school’s
love thy neighbor
oh
and don’t
get me started
about
three black crows

buried alive…

buried alive...

with
few
or
any plants
in
this desert community
one
wouldn’t expect
much
employment
for
yard workers
especially
with
cacti
and
gravel
dominating
the yards
and
rental lots
where
snowbirds
roost
for
the winter
but
jose
and
his young son
always find
enough work
to
subsist on
employed
by
an array
of
elderly minded folks
who
openly say
he
should go back
to
mexico
he’s seen
their upside down flags
those
markers
of
american traitors
and
knows
that they are
credulous supporters
of
the wall
but
not supporters
of
fair wages
they
don’t want
to
pay
the local scale
for
work
so
jose’s hired
all the while
being
denigrated
and
subjected to
mindless
political ramblings
but
once paid
he walks away
looking
back
at the rows
of
mobile homes
inhabited
by
snowbirds
smiles
says
to his son
they live
in
shallow graves

nonabrasive…

nonabrasive

you nod
your head
when
we speak
but
you don’t hear us
that
painful look
of
understanding
on
your face
won’t
be
your saving grace
it
just shows
that
how
we speak
makes you
believe
you know
something about us
fictitious facts
drawn
from all those
historical
stereotypes
but
you
don’t know
us
the subdued sounds
of
our voices
conceal much
and
only
reveal
what
we wish
to be seen
verbal
camouflage
masking out
the sound
of
a fuse
that’s
already
been
lit

scavengers of young souls..

scavengers of young souls

feeding below flesh
like soft-minded heartless worms
spewing cruel words without cause
said to a child with pure hate
because of race and birthplace
child adrift in hate’s whirlpool

 

 

zealots…

zealots

shrouded in hate
a life in fear
fear of revealing
that beneath
the layers of disdain
lies
an empty life
with
only
hate
to protect it
from
being recognized
as
a fearful fraud
destined
for
an unknown
grave

no hope orphanages..

MILITARY RELIEF EFFORTS IN HAITI

child of the dead
your name has been lost
soon you will forget
their touch
and
the warmth
of
their words
these muddy fields
and
makeshift tents
are
you new parents
but
they will not embrace you
nor
seek to feed you
now
you alone
must do those things
expect only
more
tears