Mockingbird Blue

Mockingbird Blue                                    8/2/2018

Dead down

And more to come

Head over heels

Hand over fist. 

When it happens

All of this is done

A new world emerges

Out of ashes

And out of death. 

A silent war

Waged in secret

Is easily done

Behind closed doors. 

By deceit and omission

They pretend not to know

All that happens

In the dark of night. 

Murder, rape

And assault

The innocent attacked

Anything but random. 

Silent screams

Hidden in the forest

As trees fall

And babies burn.  

Nothing more

Than a head count

The mathematically dispossessed

Ever smaller

And more oppressed. 

If you have eyes

You can see the signs

The future of your family

Played out in color. 

When the day comes

Tolerance will not matter

And fairness

A thing of the past

A dwindling fight for survival

Out gunned

And outnumbered.

Come Lord

And stamp them out

Gone forever

And remembered

No more. 

Ghosts

 Ghosts            7/19/2018

They prey upon fools

And they want us dumb

Blind to the past

That proves the future. 

Others have also tried

And dared to question

Cut off in midstream

And avenged at the end. 

No one dares speak it

But it is there

For all to see

What every thinking person

Should ask.

A parade of death

And murder

Played out on Elm Street

Future and past. 

He is coming

And he will avenge

Any who would injure

The young

And the true.   

Disruption

Disruption              7/11/2018

How long

Has it gone on

The gigantic lie

Over and over again. 

A mountain built

On nothing

Made up

For money and power.

How deep

The deception

And how soulless

Is the source. 

A bottomless pit

Of insatiable appetite

A charnel house

Of hopes and dreams. 

Come out it will

The horrible truth

One after another

Until it all crumbles down. 

Turn on the light

And watch the roaches scatter

No longer protected

And no longer revered. 

The hidden evil

Around us

Masquerading as good

All of it fake

And all of it fraud. 

Agent provocateurs

Spies and assassins

Guiding the good

Into war and genocide.

Goaded and prodded

Distracted and exhausted

Forever running in a wheel

For someone else’s gain.

The dead cry out

Buried in the mud

Long silent

Beaten, crushed

Bloody and dead.

He who loves the law

Will see a crime

And search for the guilty

But he hates truth

Will search the truthful

To find a crime. 

See it

And say it

No matter what they do

A time for reckoning

One stand at a time.