Eleven from Twenty Seven

Round man stuffed holding his iPad to read.
Reading his made in China RSS feed.
Sits next to wife reading the paper.
Her face covered, no eyes to see.

Woman says, it says here China is winning.
Man says, not if I have anything to do with it.
Woman says, they will be number one soon.
She speaks out loud the simple math to gloom.

Eleven from twenty seven.
Eleven from twenty seven.
Why is this so hard for me to imagine.
Is it 13?

No deeeeear …… it is not.
Man mumbles while checking his stocks.
Both sitting and waiting for the doc.
You know the price of steak is too high.

I’m going to have to get me a good paying job.
There is no way we can keep eating like hogs.
China is winning it is easy to see.
Man catches imports from China like fleas.

Woman can’t do simple math to realize our demise.
She is worried because she will still be alive.
America is losing because of people like these.
So content to sit and be pleased.

The Dull City Upon the Hill

The shining city upon the hill
No lights anymore, no one paid the bill.
As it fought to borrow itself out from
The debt the hill was made of.

No more music filled the air.
Public broadcasting cut to be fair.
Education funding had become undone
No more public schools for children to learn.

No more NPR  that right wingers feared.
Lack of funding used as a tool to censor.
Conservatives have made all others indentured
To their God, their Bible and their Guns.

Separation of church and state a lie.
Presidents must be Christian or else.
I believe he’s a Muslim myself.
When we should truly question what was done.

The illegal war not funded and sold.
Criminal mortgages bought like gold.
The economic bubble did burst.
We continue to fund our military thirst.

The shining city upon the hill
No more culture to light its way.
Nothing to bind us together as one.
The culture war borrowed, sold and won.

Born in the Abyss

it cuts both ways
the tools we use today
discarded tomorrow.
minerals stolen, poison sorrow.

gold drained, used and forgotten.
woodlands raped, wiped and rotten.
building a better tool.
communicating to you.

wired and text messaged.
tell me where you are right now?
what do you dream of?
where are we going?

brains upgraded, many faded.
gray matter turns into dark matter.
memories injected into culture.
history stolen by disease.

stories building our heroes.
legends courting myth.
born in the abyss.
all sins washed away.

Ghost Dance

Indian warriors locked in history.
Their stories updated by everyone.
Displayed on flat screens.
Read by office workers.
Their only war to keep their jobs.
Exchanging status updates.
Farming digital lands.
So many tribes died for this.
Their people murdered and starved.
So real land can be possessed.
Savages sitting in cages.
We all are.

One worker reads these stories.
Is moved to type these words.
Remembers the people who died for this.
Sees his reflection in the monitor.
No longer recognizes himself.
A parking garage outside the window.
A dining hall across the street.
One price for all one can eat.
The war continues far away.
Natives forced to give up land.
Savages sitting in cages.
We all are.

Time and Time Again

Speechless.
Dictator’s topless
Caught with their pants down.
Legs torn open and laid bare.
No walls to protect the glare
Of a million man march

To tear down tyranny.
To seek a free democracy.
Wars are fought over atrocities
Disguising our hopes with fallacies.
Finding no weapons of mass destruction.

No war can replace a dictator.
No foreign armies are ever seen as liberators.
The people will rise up and retrieve
The human dignity they wish to breathe.
Time and time again.

We will continue to learn this lesson.
War is as useless as can be
To the sea of people screaming to be free.
Civil disobedience has its own distinct cadence.
Beating the drum of humanity.
Destroying all walls and barricades.

Digital Gravel

I am not a hacker.
I am not a programmer.
The world is slipping away.
With no smart phone I watch in dismay.

As I become outdated.
My human operating system frustrated.
By all the new technology
That I must adapt to each day.

I build web sites to view on laptops.
Not for display on iPads or iPhones.
Not for applications to download.
The new generation has taken over.

I am just another computer user.
I don’t build systems or networks.
I dress business casual and go to work.
I use all the tools that I can

To help the users that came before RAM.
I know enough to make a living.
No new next big ideas in my head.
Nothing new to add to the social machine.

I clock out and go home to my family.
I am thankful that I can provide for them simply.
I leave the digital revolution to the children to come.
May their programs improve life some.

May they use their powers for good.
May they remember the users before them.
That we put our hands in the digital gravel
So that they could grow this road we all travel.

The one true God is dead

The one true God is dead.
We shot him in the head and watched as he bled.
Because he grew fear and hate.
Because he watched us and did nothing to state
That love is God is a word.
A feeling that we all have but do not deserve.
Because we have massacred our own people.
Turned the other cheek in the temple.
Then cursed and thrown rocks at our enemies.

The one true God is dead.
He never existed as we were led
By an idea of oneness that permeates.
This is not God but fate.
That we are consciousness, the eyes and ears.
The heart of all universal joy and fear.
We share this with all matter in this place.
The inner and outer space we face.

The one true God is within.
All the evil and sin inside.
All the love and truth begins
With the awareness that WE are the way.
The path we choose, new each day.

Before he died he went blind.

Feeding China

Freedom is exaggerated and abused
As many cling to their Bibles and Guns
China’s economy continues its cruise
Selling the seas of cash funds.

Beating Captain America.
For the U.S. has nothing to teach China.
No moral high ground to seek.
No words of wisdom to preach.

Because its middle class is shrinking.
Because it borrows without blinking.
Because it can not take care of its own.
As China pulls millions out of the poverty zone.

The Red Scare has begun anew.
Media pundits slinging hate fueled.
What will happen when China wants its money?
Our country and military will crumble.

No gas to go into our SUVs and drones.
No new technology will be created or owned.
For America has robbed Peter to pay Paul.
Giving China its soul, while buying all.

Little manufacturing done on American soil.
With plenty of money to buy others oil.
Harvard graduates going back to their homes
To make careers wherever they roam.

Intellectualism spoon fed to other countries, no longer inbred.
Citizens yelling about wanting their country back
Should realize that it was sold long ago, not attacked.
Each day they buy at Wal-Mart China is fed.

The Atomic Heart

Artwork by KenVallario.com

Artwork by KenVallario.com

In all men lives a hidden atomic heart

Causing explosions anyone can start.

Through hatred and malice we choose to spew

To the hearts of millions from the mouths of few.

Forgetting that a moral universe rules all.

Our commandments have been written in stone.

If we don’t wish to follow them we are on our own.

The hatred within our hearts is a shared disease.

No amount of lipstick can hide it from

The targets we wish to put our hate on.

For there are no enemies if we love fully.

God equals Love in all religion’s core.

Compassion is not just a word but our destiny.

It is the most powerful tool to use to rise above

To find the humanity we seek to show and love.

Inspired by MLK:
http://www.globatron.org/truth/rediscovering-lost-values-martin-luther-king-early-sermon

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