I think that it takes something less than understanding.

To assist in lending rationale to politicians justifying obstinately blocking out our voices, and turning from the needs we’ve been consistently demanding.

And sometimes all it takes to knock us out when we’re awake is just some positive strategic branding.

Democracy is always greener where the drones are landing.

Notwithstanding human damage, we’ve seen time and time again how little most Americans concern themselves with matters of the foreign and collateral.

We’ve been told that war is something practical

Who’d have guessed that half a million deaths were not a tragedy, but really something Tactical

But, really, did you think you’d see an honest show of grief from those who’ve only stomached peace in brief, war-room sabbaticals?

Stocking up munitions like crusading Christians here to save this failing, fascist system from some 20-something radicals.

They’d have you believe the people fighting for your basic needs, your human rights and dignities, are really Russian sleeper cells.

They’re so bent on putting us to sleep,
they never sleep themselves.

Anything to starve us out to guarantee that they can always feed themselves.

Anyone to blame so they can dodge a little heat themselves.

Anyone to burn in times of need so they can heat themselves.

And most will live and die and never know a day of luxury and leisure like these bloated corpses decadently treat themselves.

I’m for barricading then inside until they eat themselves.

I’m for building walls around our leaders so they really have to meet themselves.

And see what they’ve become while they’ve been feeding on the hungry,

and when we place the last brick, blocking out the sun, we’ll tell ‘em:

“We don’t fucking want you, you can keep yourselves.”

“Consider it a blessing that we’ve left you in the dark, so you can’t see yourselves.”

“Now begins a lifetime of fumbling in the black,
looking for the bootstraps we said you’d need to free yourself.”

“Obviously, that was false, but Funny how you fall for all the tricks you used to teach, yourself.”

Funny that the speech was so effective, you had zero recollection that you wrote the fucking speech itself.

Funny you’ve been pointing fingers,
saying immigrants are leeches,
Buddy, you’re the fucking leech, yourself.

Maybe do us all a favor, and delete yourself.

If all that you can offer is our slow neglectful slaughter, we don’t need your help.

You may not believe it, Mr. President, but we don’t need a helping hand to kill ourselves.

What a stroke of luck, for you, since you’ll do all that Trump would do, that you can just perpetuate his hate, and never have to write the bill, yourself.

And what a stroke of luck for us that you lack half a brain to write the bill, yourself.

Cause the crime bill is bloody proof enough that anytime you had your druthers, you outdid yourself.

And legalized abuse, the scars of which, this country may not ever rid itself.

But mark my words, if there should come a day the scars fade, then America will quickly wash away the true dishonor that it did itself.

2008,
I made a resolution not to ever kid myself.

2016, I knew the utter fear of seeing
what the world was turning into
when I finally had a kid, myself.

2021, I sit here, staring at my Son,
and when he offers up a hug,
I’m just a frightened little kid, myself.

Shake it off, it’s just another talk I’ll have to give myself.

It’s just something less than understanding.

It’s the part of me I keep restrained, who’s foaming at the brain, and chewing through the metal banding.

Flying through my future fears and never cleared for landing

2021, I’m sitting, staring at my Son and I am suddenly informed by something more than understanding.

The thought that if I pick this spot in history to take the side of silence and complicity, his life would be the more impacted.

So, no, I don’t oppose the fascists cause I smell a victory on the air, I oppose them cause I cannot see them everywhere and offer no reaction.

And I will tell my Son that in the war, I wield a verbal gun that shits on fascist satisfaction.

And hope he knows his Dad defends his future with his every passion.