Voodoo Doll

Some image of hate or frustration The needles anguish you may have chosen To stick and jab In a collective spasm The agreement to solicit such action And beat onto the wall of prejudice The same nails you are crucified with Some sacrificial lamb to carry our burden The complicit blindness we accepted Was someone else’s oppression The fine wine and sumptuous celebration We were belly full On their starvation But we will weave the spell of the Voodoo Doll And hate it as much In case we turn that same hate upon ourselves We will not dare to look into the eye Of a luxury bought By the empty stomachs of children No We will choose the ragged doll The faceless and nameless With which to beat back the stabs of conscience We will seek relief in pins and media incantations We will sing the hymn of hate And burn the Voodoo Doll We will accuse everyone And anyone To avoid accusing ourselves While every ounce of petty desire needs to be fulfilled And the craving for more titillates this bored and uninspired ….. imagination So pushed to the back of our collective mind Walks the living, breathing, little brown person …. skeleton And every mouthful, so sweet with instant gratification Is a mouthful of ash In our soul Did you forget your soul ? It is your very own Voodoo Doll