The heavens poured out her due,
wings bathed in strife
gluttony flung itself over cities and towns
ravenous structures fed by desperate streets,
the flesh sleeps with debt
wantonness like a ghost walks by daylight
tugging at the sleeve of survival.
*posted on spillwords this morning.
Nothing happens in plain site.
Authoritarianism begins with ”for the greater good,” the smallest of steps disguised in goodness.
No one goes to bed on Tuesday and wakes up a week later in communism. You go to bed on Tuesday and wake up years later in communism.
Stigmas fall like rain
upon the backs of the young,
souls rooted to broken stone.
There are no sidewalks here only streets.
Colors fade to gray.
There are no homes here only government structures erected as gods
creeping through the veins of the hungry.
Restless dreams given from broken walls,
taken captive by plates filled with rationed mantras
sung by those who hear but do not listen.
Poverty like a cancer grows
binding the arms of the young
to whispers from stone.
*new writing published this morning on Spillwords
Who does government work for?
“Every politician should have to live on the same streets their polices loom over.”
Those running for office will say,
“Who does government work for?!”
The answer has proven itself over the years, government works best for the politicians.
Politicians exempt themselves from
stagnant wages,
mandated healthcare
rationed meals
rationed medications
walking to work because the car broke down and there’s not enough to fix it despite the fact that someone works 2-3 jobs,
exempt from the true effects of a corrupt economic system whether that be capitalism or socialism,
despite the fact that someone works 2-3 jobs and still needs to go to the food pantry, a political figure running for the presidential office will never be so affected by stagnant wages that they need to stand in line at a food pantry,
exempt from hunger,
using a stove to heat a small area in the kitchen
boil water on a stove to bathe because stagnant wages have made it impossible to keep up with rising costs.
So who does government work for? The government itself.
*picture: Bridgeport Ct. the New York Times
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.
Americas battle is not solely physical but spiritual.
At this point I will say this battle is more spiritual than physical and it has only begun.
Picture credit: John Burton.
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.
Manufactured fear causes people to act against themselves,
To cultivate mobs keeping humanity in check,
To cast the denier out side the city gates for the salvation of flesh and bone,
To become an enemy to all that is natural(even if it’s natural immunity),
To fight against truth, and uphold the comfort of a lie.
The slightest of glances will cause neighbor to turn on neighbor,
Family to turn on family to be considered worthy of a system.
To fear the truth of words, speaking only what appeases the systems rulers.
To walk a darkened road with narrowest of light,
To demand humanity sacrifice themselves to written scripts,
To avoid feelings of reality by numbing oneself, void of understanding, history will repeat itself but never in plain sight.
beth tremaglio 