Equality At the Hands of Men

Man so mighty and wise still has to define this that another living being's life has the same value as his Boasted, brazened written in stone raised above these highest places where power reigns crushing down in white clenched fists gripping so tightly to "history" squeezing draining the meaning out of good intention Those stones are weeping as grass grows quietly around the edges The future chipping crumbling forgotten Differences are best listed to be used like lines in the sand some seen on the skin most are though beneath tracing tearing a cross marking the surface this land of the free that the privileged paid for from sea to sea with the lives of lesser men and their women up for "grabs" The women best when big breasted beautiful and begging feeding their daughters dreams of a better tomorrow when that white clenched fist stops squeezing her **** before slapping lips against her drooling over her in her ear whispering something sweet like "Honey you're mine" What lines of defense Those lines lie on paper written, signed and etched by those elected and chosen statesmen stating authority over your body their dolls their toys smiling serving their purpose the good Word stenciled in stone Equality carved out in flesh fresh cadavers swept under the rug serving their purpose Gravestones weeping as grass grows quiety around the edges The memory chipping crumbling forgotten Keeping their hands clean they wipe their mouths red blood on their stained sleeves the polish from their shiny shoes sully the stars and stripes stripped of the value they once held when they stiched us all together and brought so many strangers home How white clenched fists hold power and privelege held so high in esteem like our stars and stripes teetering, unraveling the threads shaking as if stripped naked and forced to wave above that Capitol Hill pivotal and still unchanging unmoved Our Lady liberty holds a tattered gown