Hamburgers and hot dogs, the American Way, are we not what we eat?
Yesterday, I woke up for no reason at all... no work of any kind.
Pretend my word is bond. Imagine we are free. Though I lie through my teeth.
Ordinary people don't give a damn about poetry, not the beat,
Caesurae in a line, not the internal rhyme, or the scheme of end rhyme.
Real people don't have time to listen for the rhymes in a poem. We read
In newspapers online whatever interests us, keeps our interest before
Time tells us to move on, get going, make money, and don't get left behind.
Even during lockdown, people hustle for green, terrified underneath
Light skin, dark skin, pigment... a figment we contrive to believe knows the score.
Even if the surface, like height or weight, reveals little about our time,
Causing experience to falter or flourish, how we fail or succeed.
To say we bleed for love, or the want of regard, high or low, does it show?
Eventually, we find what we need, what we hope for remains but a dream.
Unless we are lucky, with our eyes on the ball, and paying attention.
Remember, no one cares about anyone else until love makes us grow,
Makes time pass slow, we go with the flow of money. When it's all gone, we scream.
Only no one robbed us, we done run out of cash. It goes without mention.
Nothing in this country is not without a price. Nothing is free. We see
Sailboats, new cars, houses, not food, clothing, shelter... but property as theft.
Enter the world of harm: car jackings, smash and grab, armed robbery, murder...
Morbid mentality, muscles for violence. We never sit for tea.
Burdened with past mistakes, we become one with crime. We become our actions.
Life loses all meaning, all value, life and death, empty categories.
Associates in crime, by association, provide guilt without shame.
Babies killed in drive-by shootings, collateral damage, families bereft.
Left with unexpected, irremediable loss, we feel our ardor
Evaporate like smoke, the child we love is gone, nothing makes sense but blame.
Murder begets vengeance. Justice, a blind alley. We make transactions.
Only there is no end to violence, murder, killing creates stories
No one cares to read since we live with the legends, neighbors in our city.
Forget our past mistakes, to forgive is divine, but how can we forgive?
Remember, many crimes go unsolved, unresolved, perpetrators unknown.
Energy invested dissipates over time. Compassion takes pity,
Resolves the injustice, the injury of loss, the insult, how we live
Everyday reminded of the sorrow of love, as sin casts the first stone.
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