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The World Really Is Round

There are on average two mass shootings per day
In this country. We are already violent
And we need education on our history.
Now in Florida children are taught slavery
Was just fine even though people suffered torment.
We were born with injustice and that’s just our way.

The insane circus taking place clearly reflects
The ill health of this nation’s heart. Threats are the way
That people now communicate. The biggest one
Is of civil war where everyone has a gun
Like the wild west. It’s hard to find good things to say
About us. We’re a story not all that complex.

The south never conceded. We’re at war right now
And will be until we change fundamentally.
War will be waged in courtrooms and legislatures
As belief in a workable process endures.
The republicans are the confederacy
As the union becomes democratic somehow.

But the earth is round. The orange buffoon is guilty.
Vaccines work and the Holocaust really occurred.
The south will not rise up again. Misogyny
And racism will not take over this country.
All proud oath keeping bigots are only one third
Of the populace which brings some relief to me.

Life And Death Lessons

Mar29

The entry point of an assault rifle bullet
Is much smaller than the exit wound. That’s because
It creates mass expansion as it passes through
Flesh and bone. The amount of damage it can do
Is to some captivating. If ever there was
A weapon of pure hate, this is the one to get.

A child shot through the chest leaves the corpse of a child
With its entire back missing. When shot through the head,
It’s as if it exploded. This killing machine
People cherish. This nation is vile and obscene
Regarding weapons that can shoot so many dead.
It’s an issue that will never be reconciled.

From the birth of the Wild West through eternity,
Powerful is the intoxicating gun smoke
To the mind. Branch Republicans we have become.
Civil War is a lethal obsession to some
Who support the gun lobbies, as those who are woke
Want to be a nation of some civility.

Those who have learned their lesson are no longer here.
We survivors are students of our behavior.
Those who now learn to drop to the floor and play dead
Will some day be the ones who will end the bloodshed.
It will be something that hasn’t happened before.
Until then, our future is uniquely austere.

Full Circle

Jun26

We union and confederate citizens wait
As if time has no meaning for something to change
For the better. We’re headed back toward the past.
We become more divided with each grim newscast.
As the tree trunk reveals its age, it’s not so strange
That our age rings are stained with indelible hate.

It’s been this way from jump. The hatred is intense
Enough for revolution against monarchy.
Slavery was an issue most bitterly so.
Back to those times confederates would have us go.
Something is very wrong in this land of the free.
We’re now grossly aware of two sides of the fence.

The past several years have been a reflection
Of moral degradation and hypocrisy.
It was there to begin with. The art of pretense
Is one played by some citizens at the expense
Of certain types of people who just want to be
Treated equally as it is for everyone.

We’re approaching Full Circle as now women’s rights
Have been flushed down the toilet. The next thing to leak
From the vile crucible of our justice supreme
Will speak of more restrictions and to the extreme.
Would it be right to say that our future is bleak?
It is never something that would keep me up nights.

Nigger Season

Nov21

If I walk outside my house I may be shot dead
By some teen with a license which is his white skin.
It may be for no other reason than I’m black,
And a crime such as that is well worth an attack.
What can I do about my original sin?
Following this dark sequence is done with much dread.

But I have to go through it. I have not the choice
But to work out this puzzle witch fucks with the mind.
It’s not that I’m heartbroken. I’m now wide awake
To the hate that is due me. No hand may I shake
That is not mine in color. In this can I find
Some perverted assed reason for me to rejoice?

No I can’t. So, it’s best that I piss and move on.
Survival is a given until it is not.
I remain just as helpless as decades ago.
Civil rights was a pipe dream, and as the weeds grow
Hatred lingers and forces itself by gunshot.
‘Seems we’ll never live up to the manicured lawn.

The procession of seasons that nature provides
Is severely augmented by issues of race.
Responding to the gut punch, I find some relief.
And my role in the picture is that much more brief.
My death may be related to some lame court case.
That’s where I am. I now leave it up to my guides.

Heard Immunity

Jul1

On approaching the climax of social disease
Evolution of hate networks reaches its peak
Spreading literal violence throughout the land.
Network Spews is the lifeblood we witness firsthand
Through the acts of the populous whose minds are weak.
Can a nation recover from such times as these?

One America, schizoid, is out of control
Believing insurrection must be the right way.
Funded by evil forces with dark network ties,
The proud group of deplorables truly despise
Anyone who is different, and they must play
Vehemently their ill-assumed psychotic role.

Those who’ve heard that a white country is most evolved
And that people of color are a subspecies
Then believe in a white world where all must adhere
To a whitewashed supremacist doctrine in fear.
In a world such as this, white men do as they please
And the issues of living are never resolved.

That’s the way it should be to the ones who forget
That this nation was built by the sweat of non-whites.
It’s been since commandeered by the human ego.
Network Spews is for people who don’t want to know
What is of the truth, especially civil rights.
Those immune to reality are the big threat.

The Not Civil Cold War

Jan8

We’ll go off and do our own thing. We don’t need you!
Monarchy is a menace. We don’t want a king
Or a queen to rule over us. We Declare War.
Virgin land we will conquer. Our will to explore
We inherited from you, and now it will bring
What we’ll call a new nation. The time has come due.

But we’ve taken you with us along with some things
To make us look inclusive and of open heart
As the ones used as tools by the sweat of their backs
Build the wealth of our nation that we may relax.
And because they’re not like us, we must say apart.
Is this not the behavior of rich queens and kings?

It has taken a short time for us to evolve
To the point where dissension among us is felt
With regard to ‘the other’ who must be maintained
As our psychic scapegoat. And it must be restrained
Lest the ice in our reddish blue blood starts to melt
Which becomes then a catastrophe to resolve.

Civil War is a coldness declared in duress
By the now needy nation whose face the world sees
As grotesqueness united in having no shame.
What is human about us cannot make us tame.
Our bone-chilling behavior does make the heart freeze.
It’s too cold to be hell. Can I feel any less?

The Magic Realist

A Poet's Path

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