Neon gods lead
poverty of spirit,
the flesh hungers for temporary fulfillment
filling the stomach with pleasures made from stone.
Rhetoricians of gold guide
the dead of spirit,
they rise to dead life
gasping from artificial breath
words of clay pour forth
spewing Amen from dead bowels,
the withered hand has fallen
unjust knees bow
consumed by liars honest in their dealings.
*new writing published a few hours ago.
War was never meant to solve anything but rather, create something.
The war on drugs or poverty has never resolved either but has deepened the appetite of both.
War only serves those who call for it.
You comply your way into tyranny.
You can’t comply your way out.
The road to tyranny is paved with the best of intentions, dressed in humanity, tyranny has proven to be the most inhumane especially toward those they claim to want to lift up.
The only ones who benefit from a system of tyranny are those who implement it.
Humanity clothed themselves in unusual garments and burdened their faces with masks,
hiding the strange gods of the earth.
They were given a different tongue,
prayers broken by words of no use.
Weighed down by sins committed of flesh and bone,
covering the devil in Gods cloth
justifying ills
blinded by the blessings of evil from strange gods.
All the stores were the same, the workers all sung the same song an homage to the new system, those who differed in the slightest were refused.
I kept my pace against the crowds as many were walking the other way. The letters on the cardboard signs were all the same. I heard them chanting, the words seemed to parrot the language of the new world system.
A hand grabbed my arm, a firm voice said, “come this way! You will not be able to work, buy or sell, get medication(s), the hospitals or physicians will not treat you, you will lose your home, your earnings will be no more and the streets will become your swift enemy. Come the way of the system and be saved or a threat you will be.” I nodded but did not bow for I only wanted to walk the other way.
Every war we create,
war on drugs has deepened the addiction, birthed more addictive prescription drugs and strengthened the companies that prescribe them.
War on racists has deepened racism, judging the most innocent solely on skin color.
War for unity of people has reinforced divisions and created more corporate organizations to work on the problem, generating more wealth for the founders than solutions.
War for the working class has created more poverty work environments.
War for equality has created more inequality.
War to awaken the masses has in turn put more to sleep.
War against fascist behaviors has put more totalitarians in positions of power.
War against God has placed more corporations and politicians in the lordship, savior positions. We are no longer owned by God but rather the government.
Every war has created more of the same if not worsening behaviors.
Why are we warring again?
The hunger feels the same,
the poverty that creates it differs for each.
Any time a blind eye is turned on corruption,
lies,
social media purges(censoring),
divisions,
violence,
propaganda,
all under the cloth of justice,
this type of deception and corruption will be what rules over you.
Blanket policies for poverty will do nothing more then create hunger.
Romanticizing utopia’s will never get to the root of the problem, rather dismiss it.
Those of brown, black and white skin knows what hunger feels like. What creates that hunger differs. A blanket policy buy rulers who live exempt from their own rules will have done nothing more for hunger then widen its stomach.
Romanticizing about equality, the word itself offers much contradiction and dare I say, selfishness. If a ruler taxes a worker, redistributing that tax to whom every they choose and for whatever reasons, yet fails to take into account the struggle of the worker barely putting food on the table, has he not contradicted his/her own aim. To whom will we all be equal too,? the politicians who demand redistribution of monies for the better of humanity,? will the politicians be brought to the workers level of equality, will they be as you and I, equal in monthly income without behind the scene donors, equal in healthcare, equal in word deed and thought as they demand us? I presume to say no.
These men/women we have turned into saviors do nothing more then serve the beast of a system. This system they demand you bow for, eventually, will leave you cold and in hunger, body mind and soul. Be careful of these well crafted words and policies.
I remember it well, standing in the church listening to Jesse Jackson speak about unity and the kkk.
We sat and prepared ourselves to take a stand against the klan, you could hear them outside, waiting for us to come out and walk to the town hall.
After being told how to handle everything the doors to the church opened and we made our way down the steps.
The klan was there, microphone and speaker standing unified, yelling things I won’t repeat on this post.
We walked by them, never spoke, never blinked, never uttered a word. We made our way to the town hall to peaceful stand.
I vividly remember growing up with the klan ever present in my town. I lived very close to the down town area and would run down the street to the record store but would always slow down nearing the corner, the klan would be there standing and handing out pamphlets trying to get ppl to join.
I remember how they made me feel, scared. Always being instructed by my parents and grandmother to never take anything from them. I would say no but they would insist, I would get far enough away and fling it.
I remember holding my grandmothers hand walking to jimmy’s near the railroad station, the klan was there and she told me, “don’t flinch, don’t look at them and don’t entertain demons. Just walk right through them.”
My grandmother would be proud of the progress made in this town.
The klan was a fixture here, I would watch them drive those big black Cadillacs into the cemetery for what I don’t know.
I remember how they would gather in groups up town and downtown, I remember the skin heads being around.
I remember Jesse Jackson coming back to help us again, I remember the heightened emotions this time, the words of disgust being spoken to them, one persons even pulled the hood off of a klan memeber.
I remember Matthew Hale coming and speaking.
I remember all of this well. I know the reputation of this town, I know what people say but I would hope people would take into account the battle that went on to break away from them, push them out of this town.
People may tell you that there hasn’t been much of this in the past but there has been and I tell you that to also say that we have truly come far.
People may tell you that there is still open kkk meetings but in all honesty I haven’t seen or heard of any.
People have spoken about burning Wallingford down, I would hope people would take a moment to understand the fight that went on to push the klan out, to bring in more diversity, to stand against racism, and to progress as a town. Is there still racism in this town, yes.
I remember the growing up with the klan in this town and I remember the battle that went on to push them out and silence their open meetings.
There are some good people here that have fought agansit the klan and helped Wallingford to progress.
Many have stood against the klan in this town, there was no hashtags, or live feeds just people standing for the rights of others to live without fear.
beth tremaglio 