I like sad music
that wrenches the heart.
It drowns me with the feelings
of not belonging but deeply apart.
It elevates me to the likes of the
Gods of hurt,
because of this genocidal earth
I was broken
from the moment my senses
began to start.
I could never become a stone,
dance in delight with happy tunes,
be someone justifiably
cruel and uncaring smart.
(April 07, 2023)
Categories:
genocidal, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Ever heard of a creep name'a bully gates?
The real snake eyed misb-egotton rake
Of death he quotes; and compiles notes
To paroxsyms erotic does his being shake?
Croons dead flat, pennys left; its eyes he'll take
Sickness he offers, and its spores with glee
He's not out to stop! any spread do see.'
He's pushing those drugs, some out of date.'
He has has his cronies, they're never mates.'
His aging mantra, does truly grate
Upon the senses, now we remonstrate'
The world as a whole's no longer gonn'a take
The putrid quackery; of this old, bully gates.'
Categories:
genocidal, addiction, allusion, america, integrity,
Form: Rhyme
If we can't stop genocide
Then what are our chances with ecocide?
If we can't disengage from competitive economic addictions
to ecocide
Then what are our chances
of giving up politicized military genocide
to restore seven generations
of multiculturally healthy
democratic justice,
Or even making peace through
forty days of Lent?
But, we can start eco-matrimony
in harmony
with bicamerally enlightened
empowering nonviolent
non-hegemony.
Categories:
genocidal, culture, earth day, health,
Form: Political Verse
Genocide is a method discussed in Sun Tsu's writings,
The art of war through the use of internal fighting.
Divided and conquered by powerful political people,
We have been compartmentalized for control over diesel.
Vietnam and Cambodia were Nixon's criminal games,
To split a nation in half while dropping bombs like rain.
Hiring and paying the Vietcong and Khmer Rouge,
To kill their own people in the war they were bound to lose.
When will the United States ever be great or free,
When it's citizens unwittingly pay for war across the sea.
Open your eyes, my fellow Americans,
And look at what we've done,
Allowed our leaders who're full of arrogance,
To run rampant in their genocidal fun.
Categories:
genocidal, death, evil, political,
Form: Rhyme