the ripped seams of seeming's dreams

 (an infoem by Evan Hawthorn) 

contrary to what the hocused focus laced imaginary "news" tells you, actions

set off by the willing and rewarded servants of the rogue and lawless United

States have consequences.

so, back in June, an English teacher, peace activist and former soccer player 

was detained at the San Francisco airport, on his way to an interfaith speaking tour, the kind of good will gig Hollywood pretends "freedom" defends.

so, as one might have come to expect, without explanation from the so-called "authorities," another brown man was sent back to his stolen homeland, which, of course, the United States feels it has the right to usurp, so it can maintain it's paid assassin occupiers have the "right to exist" thereupon.

meanwhile, a notorious murderous settler, who was once the subject of sanctions, lifted this year by the current precedented president of said United States (that place that famously insists "others" are better off dead), went on a rampage yesterday in a defenceless little village in the South Hebron Hills, and murdered a poor and tired deported peace activist

no longer surrounded
by
huddled learning yearnings.

*

another precious light,

taken from us,

simply out
of
soulless spite

(might made right's
midnight blight.)

*

American Dream,
we bid thee good night.

*

another mourning morning

*

another mourning morning

for this, thy neighbour

and

that one,

loved as thineself;

*

for the mexicano farm worker

(in his actual homeland)

who'd gathered profit cropped vegetables
for
a bare pittance,

and,

chased by Pilot's
pure race centurions,

fell to his premature death

*

and that sweet gentle fellow

at
the Florida ice cream shop,

who'd gone to visit relatives

in

another stolen homeland;

beaten to death
by
pure race settlers

(American style)

and kept from his family

and

 the healing arts

by

 Herod's IDF

(which is to say
empirically taxed
junior
pure race centurions)

until he'd breathed
his
ragged last;

*

all part of the COLLECTIVE West's

relentless unrepentant
humanity digressed;

always playing
the
same damned tune...

'we're better than the rest;

of "we" we sing,

"white" people must own everything!'

*

- Evan Hawthorn

(the eight mourning after the rockets' red glare, 2025)

another stolen sunrise

another sunrise stolen

from

the sealed eyelids

of a hundred and thirty-nine

precious fragile gifts,

outright murdered overnight

by Freedom & Democracy™;

another 487 souls grievously wounded,

desperately searching

through the

US/UK/France & Germany

judiciously appropriated

anti-Semitism vaxxed

conscience axed

Judas taxed

unrepentant ruins

of

battered and tortured

hospitals unstaffed

for the rumoured shreds

of shattering humanity

left on the racist

road to perdition

by

the wagon circling

responsibility shirking

tattered soul lurking

"US" against the rest COLLECTIVE West.

- Evan Hawthorn, the third of July, 2025

"dust to dust (a toting of the score)"

 

*🐚

and then another pair
of unaccountable war criminals,

competing with Hitler and Leopold II
for the pale railed
ourselves we hailed

Genocide Prize,

passed into the
dearth of humanity's

ashes heaping sea,

where failed conscience weeps
in
the 'Free Press' redacted
mainstreamed and distracted

phone staked and raked
framing sweeps
of
consciousness tamed
(honesty waned)
connection drained

(loneliness creeping)

golden rule shuttered

identity focused
nothingness buttered

bordered conformist
'our success' ruddered

(history stuttered)

uttering deeps of forgetfulness,

*

ceaselessly reaped
by
profit hopped
patriotism sopped

(stolen 'homeland' cropped)

selective freedom's
reality unrealing

violence sealing
compassion's ceiling

lost respect for 'others' congealing

'self' dealing
(creeded needing)

toasted Earth's
depletion seeding
('progress' weeding)

manunkind extinction deeding

Demicon~Republorant
(seeming's seaming)
'our community'
standards teaming

censor styed
and
AI eyed

only things matter

heedless seeping into sleep;

*

laying down their souls to keep

that "long starless midnight of racism and war" (MLK),

reeled in by 'elective' 'winners'
of
imaginary 'democracy'

in that "us" against the rest, 'American' score.

*

- Evan Hawthorn 🌿
(the tenth sunrise in yet another repetitive new yeared guise)

the talking deads

*

and then the NATO thugs,
snug in the fell sway
of the "us" against "them"
pale railed wagon circling
irreflective collective west,

went and asked,

'what do your pensions and healthcare matter
when you can "serve" "freedom" & "democracy™"
by helping us kill off that
"evil" "axis"
of
independent "others,"

construed as "threats™"
to the world's greatest
stolen homeland's
"full spectrum dominance™"?

and all the Demicons and Republorants
nodded their
snickering
and
bickering

already dead heads.

*

and in the mean while . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (a soul tolled telling of what Ruba said)

*

and meanwhile,

as most of the
protractedly distracted
frame tamed
hollowed halo hallowers
in
the belly of the stolen "homeland"

that calls itself the name
of
an entire hemisphere

sat down
to
mythically stirred Thanksgiving dinners,

in another part of the humanity deserted
border hoarded and barrened earth,

being purposefully starved
as part of the "leaders of the free world"
lavishly produced ethnic cleansing campaign,

proceeding full tilt at the very moment
"America" licked its elective wounds,

Ruba, a mother of two, had this to say:

"i am trapped with my children under relentless bombs, rockets, and bullets, with nowhere to run. my mother is paralyzed, and i cannot leave her behind. my brother has been killed, my husband was taken, and i don’t know if he’s alive. our home was destroyed over our heads, and we survived by a miracle.

"with no food, no clean water, and constant fear, both my children have developed rashes, and my daughter is passing blood, but there is no medicine, no help, and absolutely nothing i can do. they cry and ask me why we can’t just leave, why their father isn’t with us, why we can’t go back to a normal life."

*

i guess she'll have to explain to them
all about the Demicons and Republorants,

sharing their god given right
to
tell themselves that they're

the onliest (loneliest)

"essential folks" that matter.

*

hurrah for the western collective,

seeping o'er the sheepened sleeps,

raking in the dough.

*

- Evan Hawthorn

pointed no return

and there we are inspirited whirls,
having reached the utterly
beyond redemption point
in which
imaginary liberals
 insistently dismiss
votes for sane humans

 running against

a colonially furnished live aired genocide
and
relentless piling up of world war three

as

"punishing"

"imperfection."

*

stars above have mercy please,

for here in the teaming
elective belly
of mainstream Death's
 profit hopped
  humanity cropped
   delusion fusioned schemery,

"practically" no one the bloody hell does.