the factories and the mills
of the South shut down….
our jobs sold overseas.
you’re passing the debt ceiling bill,
taking from the poor, the elderly,
and the sick,
while the rich still pay… nothing!
Satan’s deals!
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the middle class is gone!
the american dream distorted,dissolving into nightmarish need!milk and honey are nowblack market items only.shut down the schools,lay off the teachers.close libraries, ban books…firemen stand and watcha house, a life burn down…because the fee was not paid.emergency rooms full of peoplewho have no insurance, …others wait in long linesat the clinics…people who used to owntheir own…
a lonely God…
and filled it withthe haunting spirit of wind.eyes that openboth in and out,a fire kindled of bones!who are weto run blindlyinto the sun?to hide from the rainthat weeps for us?idols made of fear,the soul chokes the spirit.we stand on the porch,afraid to open the door!dust and flesh,wind and fire…bones that cry out,tears lost in the…
kiss me!
the taste of my flesh…with lips that quiver,sucking light from shadow.undressing slowlyin sync with the earth,the softest flutterof touch ignites!take me!like tides hug the shore,mountains tremble,and winter trees shout!the pulse of my passionsurging deep, long, and strong.till you break the stormlike a twig neath your feet.swallow me!till i am no more,my body a sacrificeleft at…
the bastards lied!
and the bombs exploding,dont sound like liberation.while the flesh torn facesrunning in fear,haunt my sleepless nights.victory doesnt rhyme with oil,freedom doesnt stink like dead bodies…my brothers that fell beside me,are not heroes, they’re just dead!as democracy nails down coffin lids,while the traders wear new suits.and the real terror is exposedin the money on the table!sure…
the same fingers
lace the shoe…play the piano,dig in the dirt.stroke your face,turn the lock.wear the ring,unbutton your desires.pick up the pen,light the smoke…trace the hungerof the hidden one!