a question of burial rites…

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pastors
of
god’s new light
support
mr
trump
and
his
disciple senators
his disciples
are
capturing people
taking
them
to the church
of
blind obedience
and
massacring them
during
animated religious rituals
in
the senate
their dismembered bodies
can be found
along
the border
on
battlefields
on
city streets
or
in
veterans’ hospitals
though
some
concerned citizens
have become
alarmed
the blood
still flows unabated
so far
the only shields offered
have been words
like these
that have yet
to
stop one child
from
dying
with no parent
to
ease their passing

 

finger pointing…

it’s
the chinese
no
the russians
are you kidding
it’s
those damn arabs
you
must be insane
it’s the blacks
now you’re talking crazy
it’s
the mexicans
and
those people
like them
from south
of
the border
where the hell
have
you been
it’s
the serbs and croatians
you belong on the funny farm
it’s
the japanese
and
perhaps
the north koreans
well
it is more than
apparent
you don’t watch
fox news
it’s
the iranians
iranians
what about
isis
and
india
i don’t suppose
it could be
us
or
you

 

watch your step…

this path
isn’t paved
with
cobblestones
but
the skulls
of those
who walked
before you
laying down
their lives
so you
might have a chance
to travel
towards
freedom
even with
so many sacrifices
the path
narrows
and
is obscured
by
hate
and
ignorance

 

inbreeding…

an ancient stone
its writing
in
a tongue
long forgotten
tells
how
evil
was granted
one wish
that
no divine being
could alter
so
evil
endowed man
with
the inherent compulsion
to
debase others
thus
providing
mankind
with
the main
ingredient
for
murder

 

gratuitous…

all of your questions
concerning man’s cruelty
towards those different
will lead to one conclusion
it’s not based on anything

 

yours merely postponed…

the body
of
a decomposed dream
is embraced
by
the fingers
of
sagebrush
along
the
rio grande river
no one
will come
to
claim
the body
but
when
the waters rise
it
will flow into the sea
like
so many
other
dreams
and
come to rest
upon
the sea’s floor
and
when
the weight
of
these
unfulfilled dreams
becomes
too
great
the core
of
the earth
will
crack
and
shake
reminding
the living
of
their
impending death

 

america’s dark age…

darkness brings self doubt
like a child with the lights off
fears of the unknown
hiding under the covers
pretending all will be well

 

abattoir…

the small ruminants
are lined up
on cold
concrete floors
use of knives
has been
prohibited
there’d be
a risk
of
noticeable
skin damage
but
there will be
no escape
nor mercy
the holding pen’s filth
will
soon
be washed away
but for now
a child
lies
unbathed
curled
in fear
for some
a child
of
god
for
others
a filthy beast
no better
than
lambs
for the slaughter
i wonder
what
do you
see
and
believe