“Turn the other cheek” –
I hear you; but I do not
think the Bible passage
intended for us to become
Like Regan, in the Exorcist –
Turn as far as you can...and
as often as anatomy permits –
and if common direction has
not been found...then, Fight!
God allowed for day and night,
up and down, clouds and Sunshine,
wrong and right, different sizes
and colors – Christ turned the
other cheek, but at times He
pushed back with vehement
passion, as in the temple, when
appalled by the Carpetbaggers'
buying and selling –
Only Love
should remain constant
and incorruptible....
And it is wrong to love
evil....
Sometimes splashing evil
with Light is enough (my preferred way)...
and sometimes one must simply turn out their
lights....
They tell you what to love,
and who to hate
Their EM waves
dictate
when to have feelings of
disdain cut-rate
Callousness is the mental diss-ease
that permeates the air —
Pharaoh moans ...
toxic fumes of vapor crossbones,
they Caesar Palace dicey sell
Mood marketers
always swill toga do,
owe so pyramid scheme well
Create your con-sumer reality
with jingo slogans
as the purchase item guide
Ad hocking violent buy-products,
guaranteed to keep
your gunpowder tears dry
Sob heavy metal tales
of forged wails
is the pitchfork tongue cry
They tell you what to hate,
and who to love
Bend the knee,
profess unwavering loyalty
To the money sign satellite
passing up above
Feel free to
empty inventory please
those remote control, Mood marketers
Let the gold chain ticket stub
be the glass ceiling snub
worth of
your commercial existence
Nil grieve to
never promissory leave
the debt dole, repo soul carpetbaggers
Draft an Article a den of soul slackers
No room for sanity humanity elected crackers
Uncivil ones to fail the civic duty pledged
Ride a rift split society - drive a wedge
Trail Trump slumping stumps winded carpetbaggers
Talking heads robbing hoods all cloak and daggers
Riding herd wicked turn charging alibi
Stuck off bicker batter were all gonna die
Strong Bonds
Muddy river,
crystal clear,
and sometimes green as grass.
Grains of sand, hot on the pan,
Gifts of pine?, smell all you can…!
Cowboys, Indians, artists
and rodeo, powwows.
Towns gone,
now ghostly kept…
Mines, claim jumpers,
stagecoaches and poker players,
School teachers,
and the right to vote?
Mountain men…
Too many people,
and broken treaties.
Ever paving the way
toward the future…
of a highway.
Scoundrels and sheriffs,
preachers and train trackers,
carpetbaggers, and mayors…
purveyors of law, yet without order.
History remembers…,
Don’t let them forget.
Pioneers, robbers, and slaves,
built OUR country…
Heroes of a past,
we need more today,
than ever before.
Stand up men that put their life on the line.
Western hearts, that carried through time.
Horse and saddle, bronc and buster,
ride again into the sun!
“In God We Trust”
This country has been washed white
Clean of carpetbaggers centuries
But we do not forget common things
Like bodies black
And tossed away before the eyes
What marks miserable memory then
Is not the story telling new
How vulnerable is the hoodlessness!
The pathological mendaciousness
Unpracticed because unneeded before
Yawns like a badly fitted exit door.
Memory has a more significant meaning:
The bag of chips littered in the mud
The half empty soda can still frothing
At the non-bulletproof naive mouth
The victim vandalized of honor again
Cowards alone
Taste death a thousand times after they die
Blood to mud and mud to dust
More marchers protesting our disgust
Children strewn on streets of hate.
I look out and see so much greed.
People taking much more than they need.
They all seem like nothing but sandbaggers,
You best beware of the money grabbers.
People living out on the streets,
Walking around without any shoes on their feet.
The poverty is enough to make you stagger.
You better beware of the money grabbers.
Many are losing everything including their homes
The banks won’t even throw them a bone.
They all are like the old time carpetbaggers.
You better beware of the money grabbers.
The war machine has become an excuse to make money.
We no longer live in the land of milk and honey.
Their fancy suits and cars they walk with swagger
You best beware of the money grabbers.
Take and take now there’s nothing left.
It is beginning to look like common theft.
They have gotten so bold, check your back for daggers.
You better beware of the money grabbers.
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