Tag Archives: #hatred

Little cowardly men….a poem.

Men of little hearts, fearful, greedy, spineless, throw bibles from bushes in Balboa Park, Dark in Supreme Court dresses at women they can’t have Or be. Their country pulling away, No matter how the cowardly pull at the people. I say, In my Betty Boop shorty shorts, ‘you’re fake, Let there be War….’ They pullContinue reading “Little cowardly men….a poem.”

What would Captain America say?, Prose poetry.

….that Hydra has taken over, wearing make America great again…. ….black boys being gunned down sleeping on a couch…. ….or eating ice scream after a hard days work…. All in the name of America. Would he be cool with denying abortions, (women, back in the kitchen with ya, he, he!). Would he weep?

Basic vs. Premium, a poem

All the cows and sheep, All the grains and wool are gone. Then we ate wolves and crows, then all that was left was carbon. We could not eat our money, I mean, we ain’t animals! Basic carbon is for the poor, Premium is for the wealthy. Basic carbon looks like two-day old oatmeal. PremiumContinue reading “Basic vs. Premium, a poem”

The many faces of Aku, a poem.

An evil shape shifting demon, On a planet not so far Away, wanted complete domination and souls of everyone. He infested the worlds’ money, so that all are enslaved and that few will rise…. His lies becomes truth in the weak minded…. He exploints differences and cheats. But there are weapons that has defeated him.Continue reading “The many faces of Aku, a poem.”

Right to Life….

White people regularly avoid me, Ignoring my greetings, some with open malice. If I’d feelings left in my bleeding heart I would feel the pain of their hatred. So do I wish them dead? I say, ‘No’. Because the universe is seemingly void of life, and our planet the only home for life. But theContinue reading “Right to Life….”

**sigh**

**sigh** What else can I say? To watch a slow moving coup, so slow that people don’t notice it. It creeps behind perceptions, behind Confederate flags, while people of color are killed while: buying a pack of cigarettes, or being gay, and not even accountants eating ice cream are safe. I’ve cried in rage whenContinue reading “**sigh**”