They say we survived President X,
We’ll survive this,
But many didn’t under President X,
And fewer are making it now,
Concentration Camps are ensuring that less and less will make it,
It’s not an accident children are suffering and dying,
That was the plan to deter,
That was the plan to punish,
Little brown skinned babies,
For existing at this time,
Under these circumstances,
And it’s the job of those surviving,
To stop what is going on,
To make sure all survive,
And that this happens
Never again.
Tag: immigration
Bumper Stickers
“Fuck off,
We’re full!”
Reads the bumper sticker,
The Stars and Bars there too
Built Ford tough,
Here in
Miles,
And miles of
wide
open
space,
Middle of nowhere,
USA.
8/2/2018
The Place to Be
Outsiders,
This
is where
One should
aim to be;
Strive
for such attainment,
Outsiders,
This is
The place
To Be.
This is
the promised land.
In this place, one is free.
Pay, apply, to be
in.
One might
even
Sneak;
Risk life;
Risk limb.
8/3/2018
Where Have All the Hippies Gone?
June 9, 2017
“Where have all the hippies gone?”
She wondered
Ten years later she knows
Her ears and nose still sparkle with jems
And her hair blows in the wind
Taking its untamed shape
But she has grown older
And tired
Of the repeat
Battle
Of moving social,
economic, and human targets
political and physical attacks
That are meant to do just this
Wear the warrior
There is a new generation now
Taking her place in the field
And she and her commrads respectively shift roles
Rows of elders behind
Do the same
Keeping sight
Becoming invisible
Camouflaging
She answers her own question.
She of Letters 