"you were a parade of red flags but I screamed colour blind from the rooftops.
you see,
scarlet is the colour of both love and betrayal."

He stood and shook,
the crook who took,
us all for Schnucks.

Pulpit pusher who
spit venom and lies
at those guys
in the pews.

Promised eternity,
but it was up to me
if I suffered
or excelled
beyond the pits of hell.

Not a wit of wisdom
was given
just lies proclaiming
that I should be taming
any skepticism.

He passed the plate,
but I left earlier
while others stayed late.

I am free while he
takes his sheep
and prepares to leave
for the end of days.

Looking forward to
the pain, plagues,
and the agony
of oh so many
people who do not
share his faith.

Seems like only a sociopath
would accept that
the majority of humanity
will burn for eternity.

But that smug mug grins
looking forward to
the bitter biblical end.

They said you were great,
so, I was willing to wait.

Set up the fourth
so, we could explore
the depths of our
shared history and more.

What a wild party,
made me feel
a little bit ill,
like a *******
I fell to fast
for the last
lies you told.

Don’t stop,
I hear the cop
shout out
as something
comes flying in
piercing my skin.

I know you don’t
love me America,
but I thought
we could be at least friends.

The elephant may never forget,
and neither will
the families of the
enemies we ****,
and the kids who were
separated,
from their parents.

America,
I thought you were special,
but you’re driving drunk,
using your vehicle
to plow down
the innocents you found
in favor of your favorite
heirs and heiress.
I thought you liked justice
but your just obsessed with
all that rich *****
can do for you.

Want to spend hours
paying to play
in the Macy’s day parade
while protesters pray,
you march and spray
sic streams of mace
and gas the faces
of those like me
who you seem to hate.

What a rough date.

America,
I think we should see
other democracies.

As I hear the wind blow through the leaves of the ancient cottonwood trees.
And I watch the squirrels gather their nuts and prepare for the coming winter, I'm reminded of a few things that come softly in the whisper of the autumn wind for all to hear, if they listen.

Behind the poem is a poet, a lover, maybe a mother or a father. But most of all there is a human being. They feel, and they love. They have been overwrought with pain. And enraptured by Joy. They need  compassion and friendship and the human touch.
Tread lightly, for you tread upon
their hearts.

I’ve been looking,
through glass windows,
reflecting city lights
of the night life.

Strange phantasms
pass like distorted
carnival glasses,
mind mirrors broken
from the harsh words
spoken.

I’ve been searching,
seeking the smiling hearts
of brave angels
who face hateful strangers
that are full of poison,
and spitefully spitting
sick syllables,
possibly contagious,
as they go
instantly viral.

I’ve been watching
cops stopping
particular people,
seen one to many
real life movies
that end in tragedy,
and in observing
the hurting
of children
and elderly folks
I have fallen
to tears of rage
and anguish.

I’ve been wondering
if in my wanderings
seeing this sideshow spectacle,
of disrespectful,
cruel, and hateful
authoritarians,
have I found the true face
of America?

The statues are down
and the flags have been
thrown out.

The war is over,
and yet again
we see our kin
with different
tints of skin
falling.

The battle is won,
or so they claim,
but that is just the way
they hide their lack of shame.

Divert, distract,
change the facts,
lie and lie
to divide
people who
should be allies.

Symbolic
concessions were made
so, we should all feel great
to live in this state
that greed and hate made.

Still,
our compatriots feel
the sick and shrill
anxiety turning to fear
that their children
maybe killed.

They are complacent
with nearly naked eyes
that seem anesthetized.

Orderly placement
of perfect soldier ants
that accede to the demands
of the most brutal man,

their sweet layers
of complexity
are surrendered to
the wealthy few who
who do not give
one ******* ****
about the masses.

Massive stone structures
collapse and succumb
to a cog like position
under all the dictator’s
thick heavy thumbs,
making minds of
inspiration numb
with unearned dedication.

Thus, such fleeting stars
are lost from view,
dying before their sparkle
can touch me or you.

I am getting
really ******,
as I hear
those who
spreads fear
and ignorance
make claims
like this is
worse than
being in
prison.

Seriously,
you’ve
got to be
kidding me,
this is worse
then being
locked in
a tiny cell,
a slice of hell
where you are
just a number,
just cheap labor
to save corporations
from having to pay
one sore lonely body
minimum wage.
Where there
is less humanity
and the guards
can get away with
treating people worse
then garbage.

Then someone
has the nerve to say
that they are slaves,
because they have to
wear a mask;
What world
are they living in
that they feel likecont.
it makes sense
to hold such
a sick pretense.
Come back
and complain
when they take
your loved ones away,
when your back is
shredded raw
from whips
and this is
supported by the law.
Please remind me
how this
inconvenience is
relative to slavery.

You got some *****,
like when cops
treat the innocent
like they are
thugs that need to be
imprisoned,
then turn around
and whine
that they don’t
get a fair shot,
after another cop
shot another
black man,
tear gassed
peaceful people,
and their other
brothers in blue
just ran through
a crowed of protesters
with their police car.

Look the city is burning.
Can you see it?
This will not be
super flashy
or rise up like a phoenix.

Sleepless eyes
are set in red
aching dry
from crying
for the dead;

While shaking fist
chant and resist
the oppressiveness
that lit this ****
to begin with.

Violence
erupts,
but it was expected,
from seeing the shame
of those who claim
they should be respected
whilst acting like thugs.

It is an irony
that they don’t seem to see
begging for relief
from a similar anxiety
which they imposed
on those
who are just asking for
the grace of human decency.

The city settles
the chaos will resume shortly
and I watch brave warriors
struggle to catch
their tear gassed breathes.