Counterpunch

Counterpunch   5/3/2012 

It is enough to turn your stomach

And enough to make you cry

That everything you are

Or ever were

Is thrown away and trashed.

Over whelmed and overun

Denied, ridiculed, and rejected 

Detroyed from behind
What no one ever dared
To stare in the eye.


Grabbing you by the guts

And pulling you inside out

Up, down, side, to side,

And never letting go. 

Caught in the crossfire

And shot by both sides
Hung up the heels
And dragged in the dirt.

Reality is here

And there is nothing pretty about it

Another day falling downward

And closer to the end. 

Rome is burning

And no one says a word

Because fear grips the good

And evil men

Roam the street.

No one wants to get dirty

But the silent

Are drenched in blood

Giving up too easily 

To the dumb, worthless, and dead.

Empty words

Are no better than lies
Just another hand out
And pearls before swine.

It is midnight
And all is quiet
A heavy handed silence
You can cut with a knife.

Nothing means anything

And all of this you see
Is nothing but a joke
Just another fantasy
That will all go up in smoke.

Some people see others

And some people only see themselves
Finding their own reflection
In everything and everyone.                    

I will keep going

But I cannot see where

With just enough to keep me moving

And nothing but these words

Left to share.

You can call it

Whatever you want
But I don’t have a choice
And I don’t really care.

It has been too long

To wish any different
And I have seen enough
To know how it ends.

If you thought

It would end badly
Then you were definitely right
But this war is not really over
And I have barely joined the fight.

If you know who it is

And you know
From where its coming
You can absorb the blows
And shrug them off.

But the answer

Has been waiting
For the longest time
Held back until the end
At the point of no return
Across a line in the sand.   

Now that we know the sting
Then its time to trade the punches
Answering the first
With the first of the last.

If you have lived enough
Then you should know it by now
That if we don’t do it
Maybe no one will.  

Let the future wonder

How we could be so wrong
But on the right side of liberty
Is where I’ll rest my head.

Let there be no doubt
About who, what, and where
Because good will win
As long as truth survives.