#politcal
Coagulate the blood of the gods
Escaping the hammer & I am a nail
No tears escape this solidier's hardened heart, phantoms of chemical warfare
See the genocide filling these nostrils
The smell of death conquers all
There will be no escape from these crimson stained palms of war
Puppet masters secretly pull at the stars
The gears of ****** keep us in line
A boot to the skull, cursing the soul of man, crushing it downward into the dirt
Infanticide you pull the trigger of your own folly, lifting and bashing the heads of the 'weak'
As you incessantly drop the bombs of decay
Garbage thoughts clutter your brain
Humanity put on hold as your wage your wars deemed 'holy'
While we choose between food or theft
Gasoline inflation has gutted your sheep
Fledglings dashed upon the steep rocks
Of anticipated hope yet we still worship
The dying dementia thoughts of horror
Preach good man, the decimation of the patriarchy
Political patriots dine on the blood of the saints From a golden goblet in your ivory tower
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
We tied a knot in heaven
and left it there
suspended in the air
unaware of the care that lent there
we stare, bare of emotions
for those we sent there
prematurely
surely it was god’s plan
between that ISIS and
the American man’s man
but wait
I don’t rate the
Wests lack of responsibility
they attest not to the culpability
and without an ounce of timidity
suggest that their
interactions are near
the vicinity of humility
when really Iraq
was left gutted like a
listless fish
to be added to the list
of countries
America and Britain not great
Felt the need to mend
not with gentle hands
but with the bayonets hate.
left without infrastructure
a poor suture on
a shambling wreck
Iraq limped on
to suppurate into civil war
which we condemn and abhor
but somehow haven’t the
nous to implore that we have been here before
The imperialist shadow looms like
a hound, as we espouse civility;
Irony abound.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
I died in the black and white of the Great Depression
I died in the blast of Hiroshima
I died in the forests of Vietnam
And none of them knew who I was
But when I died in America’s recession I was lying on the pavement
And my head was sticking out my cardboard smoking a cigarette
Pleading for a second chance at life, another birth to come out of a hole
I was bleeding to live the life like others
Marrying together and Christmas was every other year
When my tears fell apart at the sight of my children opening their gifts
All the things I made for them and Christ, are you listening?
I’m blessed at the moment and nothing is wrong
They asked if I believed
They asked if I hoped
And they asked if I prayed
And they asked if wanted to come back to earth
And I told them all I never thought I could exist again
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC