In carnage memories mourn their loved ones
Rage boils over the top of the cooking ***
And genocide fits only the ideologies mad men

People
Are not
Good
To each other

We
Create policies
Supporting a mind
So twisted
So dark
So far gone

The only
Light to
Reach it is

A spark from
A gun of
A Revolution

How did humanity grow so weak
To turn so quickly to hate through violence?

How does humanity not see in the
Flickering eyes of the dead our communion?

How does humanity not feel the screams
That echo silently below our trembling feet?

The past
Is now present

The fight
Has a new face

Bullets are
Pixilated
Transformed
Ordered &
Backordered

On sale at
Half - Price
When bought
In Bulk

There is no message
That has not yet
Been said

There have been marches,
Rallies, songs, poems,
Dances, deaths, burnings, battles,
Readings, money making, publishing,
Shooting, knifing, bleeding, gouging,
And destroying all in the name
Of the message

And as the naked children
Of Eden weep -

Their home once flourishing,
Flagrant, lined with grass speckled
With crystalline dew -

Smells now of smoldering
Grey plumes of poisonous maroons

We,
We humanity,

Show no shame
In our pressed suits
Or clear magazines or golf carts
Or gold plated teeth

We have forgotten
Humanity

For the pleasure
Of our own

Selfishness stinks
Like diamonds
And fresh bread and
Nail Polish

Time
Does not
Care for
Us

Yet we
Care so deeply
For It

Time cares for us
Like we care
For the ant

Or the fly who buzzes
And we swat away
Without hint of an emotion

The wind blows
As the first rain of
Spring starts to sprinkle
On the cobble stones
Of a city spared
For their branded cowardice

The eyes blink
The clouds dissolve
The moon cracks for

One last time

As the
Fading music

In a
Near-by cafe

Comes to a dry
Empty

Silence