The Darkness Chokes The Sense Of The Homeless

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The darkness chokes the sense

of the homeless

throwing punches of humility

and stealing the cents out of hats

too big to fit the head of a ten year old boy

silence awakens the mind of a soldier

trapped in a traumatized mind

he marches up and down his home to Iraqi time

and swings an AK around his head like a toy

bullets rain down in a cascade of calamity

and with the blindness of humanity

there’s more to this never ending story

of birth, disappointment, and death

medicine buys you an extra breath

but takes away twice the life

adults cheat on each other

teens resort to the knife

and poor babies, they don’t get any rights

there’s more vacant houses on a single block

than the times the gangster will cock his glock

at the very thought of red and blue

shallow crooks like Hillary say they know what it’s like

If only they knew

an eye for an eye, tooth for tooth

here’s some ecstasy and pot

in exchange for our youth

mom’s leave their children

in search of better pay

while feminists overlook the rising level of strokes

and the blood in the streets from where kids lay

nobody to guide them, that’s fine

let Justin Bieber lead the way

but he won’t give them back their time

tired of hearing about gender

while the news makes everything about race

let’s focus instead on treating each other like humans

because we all belong in this place

 

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I Don’t Give A Damn About The New Year

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(Seriously, I don’t. It’s just one more day on this Earth. It’s not nearly as serious as people make it out to be. You should be grateful for everyday. )

Maybe it’s that January cold

but I’m feeling quite bold

not following what I’m told

I’m always breaking the mold

A new year for these Americans

drinking, smoking, and choking down food

is another day in the long life

of Africans, Indians, Asians, and Middle Easterners

dealing with pollution, anarchy, and loss caused by you

America starts these wars

while you riot over criminals

and while your porn turn underage girl into whores

your three dollar donation’s impact is minimal

in world where trading humans

makes multi-billions

your Game of Thrones

is least among the millions

of concerns of the world

where your flip-flops fear to tread

where bombs are hurled

dismembering heads

Call me anti-American

call me a hater

but while you tweet

Chinese workers aren’t getting any paper

Overfed and under-read

Complain about minimum wage

while African mothers don’t see their girls

grow to an old age

Throw a fit over Christmas

throw a fit over Easter

but how many homeless

get to meet her,

the Holy Spirit?

Protect this land,

fair lady

Maybe we’ll worship something outside of ourselves

maybe