brutality is a sin/
what a curse
to awake every morning
fuming with a headache
of rage
stoked by hate––
to stare outward
with bleary, frustrated
eyes of blame––
to punch, threaten, belittle,
confront, extort, cheat,
harass, insult, humiliate or
otherwise harm––
some person, race, country,
or other random prop for your
daily personal attack.
A rabid hornet must be
buzzing inside your skull––
you can’t kill it.
the earth turns,
the president tweets
declarations of brutality &
harm––
you’re a man with two faces:
anger & arrogance––
how do you choose?
your evangelical base
is sick at heart––
––please bring this nation &
this world to an end––
they plea
you are their prince
of the end of days––
they don’t care about
your immorality, your dis-
honesty, your prostitutes,
your profanity, your greed––
just hurry!
all & everybody will be
delivered to burning, eternal
hell––but the few––
their faith will
save them.
they call this ultimate
prejudice:
The Rapture.
your rust-belt followers felt
forgotten & ignored––
felt jealous that the identity
of identity politics
wasn’t them.
how could our United States
not be the happiest, healthiest,
wealthiest land on earth?
how could we forget
to wake up every day smiling
with prayers of thanks
for our brothers & sisters?
don’t we want a president
to lead us
to become the wisest, most
honest, friendly & cheerful
people on earth?
how much longer will it
take, for us to simply learn to
share?