good Americans (a latter day poem)

apparently, to be a "good American"

means to have no morals, whatsoever.

just look at what the profit ridden

incorporated capital of capital's

domination inflicting,

value sifting,

pride uplifting,

murder thrifting

competing gangs

of

"freedom's leaders"

choose to tell their onlookers.

*

just look at what that profit ridden

entertainment bidden "news"

chooses not

to

focus on.

*

need one even mention

the missing admittance

(let alone the shocking,

resolutely absolute

uttered dearth of repentance)

for all those brutal invasions?

*

if it's actually functioning as a democracy,

in a world where respect for others

can even be conceived,

i don't see how there's

any other conclusion possible.

*

- Evan Hawthorn

(the 269th sunrise since the "good guys" started counting all over again.)

it's such a lovely notion.  and yet i have to ask

(any uppity primates

i happen to come across)

why must they go on telling themselves

(in the blessed blink of fleetly passing

narrative declarative years)

that they own these

astonishing spaces

they settle in,

exclusively?

shant they ever wonder whether his feet were cold?

"She asks me to kill the spider.
Instead, I get the most
peaceful weapons I can find.
I take a cup and a napkin.
I catch the spider, put it outside
and allow it to walk away.
If I am ever caught in the wrong place
at the wrong time, just being alive
and not bothering anyone,
I hope I am greeted
with the same kind
of mercy."

― Rudy Francisco, Helium