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KEEP CALM AND CARRY THE CORPSE

KEEP CALM AND CARRY THE CORPSE

Britain bleeds through cracked red bricks,
Rain on windows, cold that sticks.
Bills climb high, wages crawl,
We’re taxed to the teeth — can’t breathe at all.



“Keep calm and carry the corpse,” they say.
Drag it through life, day after day.
Smile for the cameras, wave the flag,
Ignore the stench in the body bag.



Politicians promise

Mr Macron Thinks Things will be Fine

        Mr. Macron now recognizes ‘Palestine’
           a country that never was, that never had borders
        He somehow thinks that things will be ‘fine’
        

Prior To Intent

Line of inquiry:

"hearts set up a vibration 
echoing as wordless intent
mind translates in symbols
flight of our soul’s ascent
is intent then a stirring
of soul with God conferring"



My one heart as a part of humanity's great heart,
spiritually holds the indwelling God presence as sought.
A human hold shiftily slants and grows knots tied fraught
with false-held, gloomy feels that

Little Jackie Foreigner

     Little Jackie Foreigner
     Was not born here
     Now he’s in Queens, a New Yorker… 

     He says, ‘Vote for Mamdani
     He’s sure to protect me
        ~ though

American Migrants

Why do we give them employment
let them come here and build a new life
Never give them a permanent status
make them live on the edge of a knife

They pick most of the crops that we purchase
care for children, disabled and old
Yet they’re forced to survive in the shadows
live in silence, and do what they’re told

We are

I'm Magic

When just a lad, I thought I was magic,
Doing a trick can sometimes be tragic.
The bird sang the wrong song,
The rabbit was long gone,
When they booed, I got very dramatic.

MacArthur Park on ICE

They were never waiting for us girl.
They were one step ahead
though they never had a case.
Between the streets and highways
they would chase
and hunt us down like rats
just to put us "in our place."

MacArthur Park is trending in the news,
all the big bad ICE men going round,
looking for some brown folks to detain.
I don't think that

This Is What It Feels Like

a stranger in familiar land     
                                          my blood
too sings from the cracks 
of cobbled

Nativist Riots, Kensington Philadelphia

Sit down, and let me tell you, son,
about the historic district, Kensington,
in the year eighteen-forty-four,
when the streets broke out in war. 

The Irish-Catholic were new arrivals,
impoverished, fighting for survival.
The existing population was disquieted,
and so, Philadelphia nativists rioted.

It was then that false rumors were passed.
In a bad light, the Irish were cast,
Propaganda and lies, the devil's tools,
"They want

OF MASTERING TODAY'S TRYING TIMES

OF MASTERING TODAY’S  TIMES

Controversy has its place,
as to disagree does not necessarily 
mean to disavow; save in the event 0f
conspiracy to  subvert justice, and void the
rights to life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness:-

Today’s controversy
over power in America,
has become so conspiratorial that
it has reached the point of bastardizing
much ideology of the founding constitution
of our

Bones Remain Alive

Loitering around at the expense
of my parents back, 
I too wish to be at the resemblance 
of hardworking thumbs, 
those same fingers that sewed 
the futile grounds back home, 

my mother’s yuca farm, 
my father's dying crops, 
dance taking their final 
waltz with the tumble-
weeds in direction 
where my ancestors 
sleep while their bones 
continue

Silent One in the Skies

The morning is walking in its own pride
And courage is leaning by my side
The sun is rising up from the east
 and fire is burning in the belly of the beast
Morning is shining all over the place
And the evening sun is melting their faces

Strange things are happening in town
And the multitude is moving around
With bags

Tea Time

Look, London ladies, buff your speech
Mind your soiled plantation fingers
Nary a trace of our old worlds
Occupy their halls royally
Porcelain cups poised on pinkies

Reflections while on my morning walk

You would pardon insurrection -freedom to mob, good people; while pouring ICE on immigration -Free rides National Guarded
Rebellion 
Breached 
Vigilante 
Patriotism 
Rebellion 
Protest 
Discontent 
Nonviolent 
Rebellion 
While pouring ICE on immigration 
Free rides -National Guarded, you would pardon insurrection -freedom to mob, good people

Sputterflies

     noonday sunshine 
       butterfly wings 
         pause, alight
           in the shade… 

     northerly haze these days
      

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