We argue as careful
as the tick tock ticking of clocks.
Hate as desperately
as the geometrical indecision of raindrops.
We are time bombs, bombing
just out side the gates of utopia.
Soldiers aiming tech-nines filled with daffodils and daises,
in the face of belligerent peace.
We are a three armed, two headed, heartless atrocity,
wrapped in our nation’s flag exchanging blood for oil on a foreign soil.
We are the precursor of imagination imploding
under the weight of indecisive reason.
We are the implausible recollections
dying upon the incoherent babble of a schizophrenic…
We are the tired, hungry and poor betrayed by reason,
kneeling in prayer at the feet of political treason.
We are faint breaths grasping for life, defying death
clamoring from the lungs of those left for dead.
We are that spoiled, yet proverbial, spilt milk that
no one is crying for or over.
Because frankly the entire world
was fucked by a dick hidden in a bush.
We argue as careful clocks,
spewing similes and metaphors with the intense precision of an assassin.
Hate as desperately
as sweat atop the beaded brow of a
junkie holding a fix in one hand and an empty promise in the other.
We are suicide bombers disguised as bumbling heroes in cloaked
democracy and patriotism.
We are the veracity of a liar, a pointless oxymoron
a paradox at war with enslavement and subjugation.
We are a religion with no origin desecrating mosques, temples, synagogues
fearing what we can’t control and don’t wish to understand.
to be continued......
kdtaylor
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