dismiss me I’m liberal
fault me for caring
about others and dreams
and nations and sparing
the lives of innocents
who fall below visions
of hawks and of monsters
and barkers of treason
you sling and slash
you shout of the demon
of fault that is falling
on those that don’t need it
you fire and fly
a flag of fallen heroes
but fail in your faith
never wanting for reasons to hate
alt white is leading
the nose of minor masses
to alt right leaders
contorting the language
to paint virtue of evil
and claim it is raining
the rain that is washing
their dominance away
not right not alt not white not all
but wanton and craven you hasten the fall
of fairness for looting
the souls of the groundlings
scraping and striving
learning and wheezing
your winning and failing
and pushing weighted ideas
that once fell to the flag
the long ago beat them
now spreads them and hides them
behind bars of blood
letting you rule but not fool
not even each other
spraying hate without heeding
those words you ain’t reading
that told of a notion
once dropped will no longer
unite us but bite us
by virtue of group think
shouts and screams and hollers for fealty
to nation not notion
defeating the meaning
of something we once knew
worth striving to perfect
now can’t even muster
the unity to protect
Tag: protest
BOOTSTRAP ELEGY
Pay no mind
to the gold flecked philosophies
to the high hat hypocrisies
of their bootstrap elegy
pronouncing vice as virtue
spreading apathy to foster
fields of mice who do their bidding.
Nothing we see seems to be what it seems
when Enron robbed Ida and chortled and crumbled
the mountain we found wasn’t even a fraction
of the fraud that was lurking
virtuous kneeling in pews and on TV
Elmo grooming the children to pray
to the heavens for love and salvation
finding church in the arms and uncomplicated desires
of evil men hiding in cloth and mire
protected by god who shuffled them off
to others and others every time saying sorry
and moving on to new fields and new fosters
where no means maybe and riches are granted
the veil of proof that god favors the takers
and pays poverty wages to victims of crimes
that can only be hidden neath the feats and the fears
of all gods children
convinced the next scratcher brings heaven
while mending and tending the needs of their handlers
the virtuous lenders and miners of fortune
held up like beacons held out like sirens
but hidden and choked behind screens that strain them
and keep them aloft for all to see and touch and everything but be.
Each toiler now looking for that great scam
that will let them touch god who they claim has a plan
but what do they mean when kindness and love are held out as ideal
and the scripture of fortune is fed by greed
and love is devalued to want and to weed
