The fanfare felt enforced
To deflect from the catacombs that fueled a coronation
An intercontinental legacy of blood was buried
One doesn’t have to be from America to face potential book-burning
Jewels, artifacts, and human beings
Illegally exported
“But we [took/stole] it fair and square!”
Shouted the sycophants’ ghosts
To harbor this uncommon wealth
One didn’t have to be part of the Axis (saying nothing about a lineage from that “house”)
To set up concentration camps decades ago
Carte blanche set to bury the crimson oceans
Beliefs, languages, and jobs
Enforced for these forms of erasure
The so-called Gold Coast made their funds ever stronger
This antiquated cash bought the ancestors of many, including on this soil
Even those in the modernized Baratanac had their rightful qualms
The crowned ancients didn’t look like those who ruled for centuries
The old coins and art-facts speak for themselves (afros and cornrows?)
An apology is only a sliver of what needs to be done
The rest is rightfully owed cash
Despite an unexpected abdication, it’s still a skeletal diadem no matter how adorned the wearer is
Category Archives: Poetry
601 In Crisis
The magnolias wither by every drop
Throttling the life out of the purest essences
Erasing souls slowly in the city with soul
While seen in Flint before
The environment is larger
The eighty percent are afflicted
Like in other cities and towns (regardless if they get reported)
The situation is at a crossroads
Not just the moniker in this part of the South
Bottles become treasures and lifelines
For something that is a human right
As they drown in carcinogens
Watch the outrage should this happen in Madison
Or other hubs where melanin is lacking in the majority
How many of the aforementioned regions had this happened for this long?
Environmental apartheid strikes again
1955 (Justice Denied) Haiku
A big miscarriage
Echoes throughout the decades
While justice is gagged
Compassion Fatigue
I do care about others
That’s no lie
Yet my frown grows at the same rate as their smiles
There are those who cannot reciprocate which I understand
The ones who are able to rarely ever do so
Should those benevolent actions come back to me
I’d see constant blue skies
For now, I’m bleeding in dreamland
International Encouragement
Across the ocean
Empowering messages
An unlikely gift
Cryptic Art Plans?
Visions are waiting
A translation is coming
To end this stasis
This Osprey Desires to be a Phoenix
Infinite rivers flood the terrestrial firmament
Deluging the ears from the preserved messages
It was time to burn
A refinement was paramount
Instead of self-destruction
For the heartbeat to be redesigned
Cleansing As A Lost Art (Sadly Enough)
The pandemic rages on
Decent people do their best to be clean
Yet some dirty people with status have shown themselves as of recently
Kelso and Jackie felt being clean was optional with them and their kids
A certain rapper’s blonde wife only showered when she felt “icky”
An internet media mogul didn’t know what a washcloth was until his tennis player wife taught him how to use it this year
Why are people so nasty and why do people want to be like them?
Bank accounts and fame weren’t substitutes for cleanliness
The rumors spread like germs as society is far from godly and they’d be right according to that age-old adage
Maybe the commoners with sense should stick to elbow-bumps and extra hand sanitizer should they meet the stars
Even the destitute and disadvantaged at least showered once a day
It makes one wonder why America ranked #1 with this virus
The dirtiness should be severely dialed down to multiple degrees, so the doves of hygiene can soar
Maledictions Get Ignored
Blessings are a thing whether one believes in a divine power or not
Yet some overlook the antonyms
Plagues aside, the signs become more obvious throughout the world
Embarrassments and debacles are on display
As severe things afflict those who thought they had control
Throwing millions of bills as a frail attempt to stay in power
Failure was impending
And curses will shower onto those deceivers
The Universe’s Target
Some lessons and guidelines were downloaded in every brain
Except for one
The excuses rain down whenever bad behavior is shown
But for that loner, they’re automatically condemned
Kid gloves for the rest of the society and slaps on the wrists happen
Whether they be yelling, stealing, or storming prominent buildings
A decimal of that, and it’s an instant judgment on that individual
Seems as though the universe has one person to flog for the rest of their existence
Until someone takes their place