Sunday, May 29, 2016

Memoriam

To all the dead
and pawns that bled
in wars we're fed:
I wish instead

you hadn't died
or ever cried
for those who lied
and only peace was glorified.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Howlers

Who polices those
that wear the woolen clothes
a lupine pack of bros

we must do more than bleat
or sheepishly retreat
surrendering the street

because the brutal club
of those who love to snub
gets off on gutless grub.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Subordination

The giant is a memory (and as such will soon fade)
reduced by all the small-minded choices that he made
I never really liked him much (as if you couldn't tell)
and truly hope he rots away in some dark distant hell
for nothing's more deplorable (as I was forced to learn)
than fools who have no sympathy for anyone they burn
and those that hovered by him? (as the flies around a cow)
I wonder whose excretement they are fighting over now.

Sunday, May 08, 2016

Tally

I wondered while preparing at my berth
about my pointless sojourn on this earth
and struggled to detect a real me
subtract the number they assigned at birth

and something wasn't adding up -- you see
an asset isn't what we're meant to be
for no one can define your worth
if you just value being free.