Partisanism

They buy our silence with  Far off violence  And threats of war  The fear they store  In innocent hearts  Sharp and armed  To hate thy neighbor  And covet the rage  With every fresh page  Of propaganda  Until we can’t smell  The stink of  Rotten rhetoric 

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To Prune the Tree

Let the building fall  In fact let’s burn it all  Since they lost their use So long ago  As the duly  Elected  Representatives  Of the People Who protect  And serve   Their bank accounts  And re-election campaigns  Funny how we miss out  On making rent  After pinching every cent  While they vote to raise  Their …

A Soldier’s Last Lament

Can’t be  Not yet  My family  Needs me  To work the fields  Where I was grown  Not here  With this fear leaking    Down into the ground  I feel cold  And I know  I won’t be going  Home