The air has grown quiet after this global pandemic but what was it all for? Yes!!!! We have a vaccine but was that the only triumph to come out of the bloodshed and shutdowns. Has our healthcare system stopped monetizing pain and disease, separating the well off from the lost causes in the eyes of society; thinning out the herd immunity. Will wage disparity magically be fixed even though a minimum wage meets no individuals needs for the basics, let alone a full gas tank. Do the police have a better understanding that murdering a nurse by “mistake” is something that, not only shouldn’t happen but, can’t happen again.

What was it all for? A new president allows ordinary folks to feel ok sending their children back into a world of Lanza drills and lock the door before leaving the room. Migrant kids at the border will be sorted eventually and policy takes time so pay no attention to business as usual. Tax money helps a body of government entitled to stall and take the podium in hopes of raising more money from those who don’t have time to fix other people’s problems. Thankfully you are still invited to dinner conversation to air political difference to the relative in the red hat and blue undies.

What was it all for? Holy men and woman have found a deeper faith in coming together to meditate on a condition that only group song can hide. What do you want from me; the soccer game starts in ten and I cast my vote towards an idealism that is supposed to do it for me. As long as there is a protest on the calendar, progress is inventible…… so is your part done. What is to complain about, change don’t happen in a day and there is too much work to be done at the copy machine to help the here and now. Paper won’t push itself, don’t ya know.

What was it all for? The next major disaster affords us to let it be and get out while some are ahead, luckily it is the respectable people who make for good magazine cover in my twitter feed.

white poor may apply for:

tech school, community college, there is an opening at the gas station across the bridge

black poor may apply for:

picnic university more than 100 campus’s across america, amazon driver, there is an opening at the restaurant down the street

hispanic poor may apply for:

college maybe, landscaping and a friend is looking for someone to watch the kids and take out the trash

White wealthy may apply for:

donations made to that alma mater, general managers office in need, wall street can always use fresh talent

Black wealthy may apply for:

professor of fine arts local campus, needed teacher who can relate in the inner city, heard there is an opening in literature

Hispanic wealthy may apply for:

government officials keeping it real, sharp tongues needed to lead town council, business opportunities for food trucks with a splash of fusion needed.

you play your game so well of

strong force of nature

making meals out of flights of fancy and stories left to the imagination

turning my gaze into a clever

Liability

I call you out knowing it is my own face before me

showing all the ways not to be

anymore

pleasing a crowd half blurred by alcohol

holding them just above satisfaction

keeping the transperancy at bay

like a light switch to turn on at the convenience of your own praise

making all sense and witness into a

liability

against your own ambition

fitted so nicely in the box

just above satisfaction

The cream on top of spoiled milk

diluting their ears with the medicine that keeps them listening

just above reality

seeing my own shadow and desperate to wash it away

Liability

scaring the insects away from the honey

toppling all dreams of being seen at a distance

part time lovers need apply keeping you just above

water and feeling

A parade for accomplishing what many men aim for

clinging to stay on top

away from prickles and argument just above

honesty

the heaviest

Liability

lost among autographs and hero’s salute

body melts softly by the subtle smoke of opium

hiding all flaws

keeping the game going to grasp one note of legacy

ignited by a flame scorching those who don’t fit the billing

holding tight lipped to the chorus of groundlings

offering up no

Liabilities

Martha who?

Abigail did what?

Eleanor went where?

Harriet

Coretta

Poca-haunt-us

Sally, Rosa, Helen, Shirley

Did it when?

Deny Deny Deny

confront CONFRONT confront

six

seven

maybe eight

What is the line

Hate the sin

love the sinner

Done good thangs

worked for the people

mistakes made

DENY deny Deny

Ends justify

six

seven

maybe eight

life of service

human is as human does

Deny deny deny

Confront CONFRONT confront

not my axe

no harm done

elite status creates

are there no work houses

no prisons

walk the line

Deny deny deny

due process

until distraction takes hold

forgettery

six

seven

maybe eight

“Military….over here……..look…….”