Blind to unveiled fact,
Deaf to trumpet warnings,
Hands stretched out in prayer,
To grasp for crusts of day old bread:
Advertised — the best food ever.
Drones buzz the night sky in a frenzy of killing, splatter blood of helpless children; no time left to pity mothers still barely living.
Time fights with darkness,
As we sit by the glow of fancy tech:
Wishing and wanting,
Waiting and hoping,
Pushing the keys over and over,
Scroll with no sign of an inner vision.
Eat crumbs left over for stray cats and dogs; think the food exotic and tasty.
Believe stories told by well paid scribes, on the special instruction of absentee donors; hear daily reports of a fabulous future,
Coming round to our very corner.
Blame the blacks and the browns,
their women and children, who
you don’t know or care about,
Slaving away on menial wages.
No excuse! How dare they cause good people worry. I’m not the problem; no, not me, it’s that other SOB.
Damn our historic fantasies,
Lies taught to protect a favored few; Make believe tales of hallowed glory
Pitched with vigor and full of hot gas.
Blinded by dust kicked in our eyes,
Founder’s ideals sold to the rich.
Written words promised to all,
Bartered away for the price of raw hate.
Certain white was not done right,
We dig in our heals,
Knowing the benevolent owners
guarantee three square meals.
Decline, in dawns early light,
To see any reason why unwashed faces and hungry mouths deserve a taste of this touted glory.
Manifest their destiny with good trouble,
after our storied pioneer struggle.
Inalienable rights dissolve in fury,
When dreams no longer fit
Our color scheme.
A nation preens while running a dirty rat race, unwilling to stare itself in the face.
We imagine bloody neighborhood streets; scratch the scabs of old, dry wounds, bruised of late, nursing our thin skinned fate.
The homeland mocked,
Made a global laughing stock.
We announce a big fire sale in spite
Of God’s shining grace.
Hold an auction for cowboy heroes of vaunted skill, include a fine leather saddle and loaded pistol in hope to entice a kindly buyer to ride this lame horse.
First you must accept the mobster’s offer,
A business deal you can’t refuse.
Next attend his sacrifice of equality and inclusion to his self proclaimed prejudice.
As justice gets stomped by executive decision.
And the peace is passed with our submission.
And democracy dies with ironic denials.
THH
04/5/25
Thoughts Have Hands 