perpetual perfidy lies cut against the cries of starving children and houseless folks

circling the drains of regime change over and over again.

 

something in the way of things in global humanity seems to come from one place

but no one wants to say its name.

 

they’ll ponzi scheme you into a lull

have you searching for dialectical perceptions in rooms full of sociopaths

who’ve already figured out the math

plus you can’t calculate

you can’t keep up

stuck in contradictions with your morals still intact

still organizing to swell numbers*.

 

wake up to broad daylight disappearances

one day he was unpacking from the truck into the corner store

following day he’s surrounded by concrete

hearing the murmured noise mix of cries and whispers.

 

thumb news still blaring the historic holocaust

at a loss but you go to work anyways

talk to co-workers but all you see is ghosts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and dead black people.