A Mountain to Climb

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They will say we failed
That our differences were too many
They will look at our democracy
And see a short, bloody experiment
Like Socialism
Like Communism
It could have worked

If only the few looked out for the whole
If greed did not run rampant
If wisdom and logic prevailed
If extremism did not take over
Fusing the church with the state
24/7 media programming our fate

As bobble heads slant and distort
The “news” they report
Given to us in bullet points
Distracting us from any progress
Keeping us at each other’s throats

As Thanksgiving approaches
As families gather around their tables
To hold hands and say grace
For our nation does face
A mountain to climb

Where party lines split families
Split government
Split country
Turning WE into THEY
For THEY pray the end is near
And THEY have absolutely no fear
To burn it all down

OUR Team

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The crowd in the media room
Is drunk and drugged
From the flesh grilled outside
From the beers chugged
A table is set
Buffet style
Nachos and queso
Wings and things
No strings

The screen large and flat
Speakers pierce walls
Commercial breaks
On to the other game
Screen in screen
High fives
Laughter and stats

Our team
My team
Your team
Our coach
THE game
Stories of the past
Project into the future
Without ever breaking a sweat

Back to the big screen
The stadiums are packed
With painted faces
Painted stomachs
The frozen chosen
The smoldering oven
Practicing which tribe
To attack
Keeping old enemies alive

Caged and Adored

But my girls love him
Reminding them of our cat
Same coloring
Both take naps

But there’s not enough room
The jaguars can’t run
As they sit baked in the sun

Driving home I remember
We feed and trap
Our house cats in a house larger
Than the cage of the wolf

Our backyard larger than the leopard’s
As we watched him
In the metal box try and relax
Painted desert camouflage
For his habitat

Let’s not talk about the giraffe
The mother so angry with visitors
We were warned three times
She bites, so step back

The birds with wings snipped
Legs chained to poles
The great bald eagle trapped

Such beautiful animals
My children adored
As my conscious explored
The freedoms I ignore

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Politics Aside

a person shot dead
in the head
crowds rejoice
nationalism is fed

politics aside
no more place to hide
fed to the fishes
cowboys yelling rawhide

as widows and orphans cry
a man that stopped the world
for ten years he did hide
directing the car bombs of jihad

as we fought and we flew
remote control drones
directed from air conditioned zones
civilians signed up to GET SOME

revenge they did want
to war they did point
that each man should see death
once in a lifetime

with death they did dance
for death takes no stance
money funneled into corporations
to rebuild two destroyed nations

schools that were built
fortress walls where men knelt
to pray for a day this would end
when our soldiers would come back

to raise a new generation
teach them not to hate
teach them to believe
that no war is worth one man

trillions should have been spent
on victims of the crimes he did commit
prisons, torture and torment
our morals were tested

forgiving and forgetting not shown
to the enemies that were known
to the prisoners detained
the Lord’s name taken in vain

as a tool to promise change
these are historic times
one man and a plot devised
to take down a culture he despised

his DNA now taken, no way to escape or hide
no cave or walls thick enough to disguise
the end of a decade of terror and lies
an ideology of hate victimized

all of humanity
all virtue
all dignity
all lives

The Tyranny of the King



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We didn’t want the king so we went to war.
We didn’t want taxes and now we are poor.
Today we watch as a prince and princess are wed.
Across the pond, pomp and circumstance is led
Down the streets that enslaved us from a distance.
Now England is our best ally when we need assistance.
The 13 colonies fought hard for freedom, make no mistake.
Now social wars continue inside these 50 broken states.
Now we mass import Chinese sweatshop products and plastic.
After we fought a war in Korea and a war in Vietnam
To keep the spread of communism from our children.
We chose our freedom to choose to win or lose.
Then our banks were bailed out and main street was fooled.
Corporate greed we sold out to instead of any king.
No universal health care for this country but today we sing
The Queen’s songs on this magical day.
No culture of our own, we have proved Britain’s colony today.
No royal family of our own to bow down to.
We still respect the crown and watch with eyes unglued.

No matter the blood spilled in past to have this view.
We still need a king and a slave trade too.


Hope and Pocket Change


Numbers before my eyes.
New dates, new labor and times.
Not sure how they may take
Me from point A to make
It to point B, to another
Place to orientate.
To buy a house now.
To put money down.
Make charges on a card.
To sign my name King.
As the market bell rings
The future of a new family is found.
A home they wish to round
Out and make their own.
New paint, new floors, new loan.
As bombs fall in distant lands.
As gas drills into toxic water expands.
The state in which we were raised
We wish to educate our own.
To make a life of our own.
To make the world a better place.
No security in this space.
To live from month to month
Is to be American.
With no future but today
Marching into tomorrow in dismay.
Holding onto HOPE even if
It’s just a four letter word.

War from Afaristan

Armed Predator drones flying above.
Human emotions they know not of.
Hunting targets to be blown apart.
Continuing wars that politicians start.
Bombing people like ants.
Little blips on screens they scan.
From refrigerator boxes orders are sent.
Clicking, enjoying, sticking the fight.
An extension of our American might.
For Lunch spreading fire sauce on refried beans.
Right after firing on real human beings.
The video game generation’s calling.
Using their skills to strike the falling.
Civilian casualties just another factor.
Friendly fire another psychological reactor.
These eyes in the sky will find their prey.
Armed Predator drones are flying low today.
The easiest way to kill is by remote.
The targets on these monitors do not float
In the dreams of those who push FIRE.
No PTSD for the U.S. to rewire.
For killing is done best from afar.
No faces to see and remember like scars

Dead Baby Dolphins

Blinded, eyes wide shut.
Glued together with molasses.
Not able to open one eye.
Wearing dark sunglasses
To shade out the lies.

One year after the worst oil spill in history.
A year of speeches that promised change.
The gulf devastated as wildlife is inflamed.
Dead baby dolphins washing up on shore en masse.
An inch of crude in wetlands remains unprocessed.

No safety procedures created or addressed.
No way to prevent another blowout and mess.
Money not getting to the people it was promised.
Politics as usual as it bottlenecks progress.
Making sure the people affected don’t get access.

To the generations that built a great industry.
To the generations that built a great culture.
America has its values and you are clearly not part
Of the golden city on the hill that opens its heart
To all people except its own.

We are Sparta

What are we fighting for.
We don’t build we destroy.
We don’t ask, we take.
And this is no mistake.

We bombed the Germans.
We nuked the Japs.
All for world peace or a plan perhaps
Destroying all industrial complex.
No one to compete with.

We made cars and Hollywood stars.
Exporting our culture to hungry vultures.
Who were forced to pick our bones clean.
But time happened and they rebuilt.

Safer cars that could go farther.
Cars that could run cheaper.
For fifty years we blindly ate.
The obesity of this nation, too late
To diet for our hunger knows
No equal.

We may lose the war but we won’t
Lose the weight.
Exporting our missiles to our friends
As if we are passing the offering plate.

I say we face ourselves.
Take a good look in the mirror.
We are Sparta for the West.
We know war and that is what we do best.